"The bespoke shop you mentioned... it's not the one by Tidewater Bridge, is it?" Grace Winslow asked uncertainly.
After all, she'd been away for half a year, so she wasn't sure if someone else had opened another bespoke shop. If so, it would be quite the mix-up.
Dylan Lockwood looked astonished. "How did you know? Oh, right, you're a designer too. Perhaps you know them? Could you introduce me?"
Grace Winslow looked resigned. "Oh, that shop is run by my sisters-in-law. Has it gotten that big?"
"It's doing exceptionally well. Many of Coronet's socialites go there for custom pieces. Their selling point is that every item is one-of-a-kind—you won't find another like it in the entire city—so they have a ton of customers. They've already opened eight branches, and the orders just keep pouring in."
"I hear their waitlist is already two years long. They don't have enough tailors, which is why I want to partner with them."
