The renovation of the fabric store was finally finished. The wooden shelves were painted a clean, smooth white. The colorful rolls of expensive silk, sturdy cotton, and breathable linen were arranged perfectly by their colors and prices. The entire store smelled like fresh wood, clean cloth, and sweet floor wax.
Camilla stood near the table in the center of the room. She was wearing a simple, elegant dark green day dress. She held a small piece of parchment paper in her hand.
She was focused on her work. She had just finished speaking with a young, polite woman dressed in a clean grey skirt.
"You understand the rules, correct?" Camilla asked the young woman. Her voice was smooth and very clear.
The young woman nodded her head quickly. She clasped her hands together in front of her skirt.
