The loud crash of a mahogany chair falling with a crash to the polished floor made Alice Lynch wince as she hoisted the bolt of fabric higher and shove it into it's allotted shelf. Delicate fingers rearranged the folds and set the chair to rights next to the matching set of table and chair. No damage done, but it was a irritant. The dimming sun outside had since gone down, and the antique clock chiming the late hour above the desk built into the back wall. The darkness outside suited the shop's interior thought and made the golden of the wood paneled walls and warm yellow lights shine all the more. The sign above the store reading 'Timeless Tailor' in golden letters against a black board.

The shop was Alice's pride and joy. Not to mention passion in life. Having scrapped together every dollar she could get her hands on, Alice had purchased the small building. The upper floors of the three story, old brick building serving as storage, as well as her own apartment. Plucking a flung veil from a lamp, she reattached it to the correct display. A bridal party had come through and while they had spent good money, the trail of destruction they left through her beloved shop... It was nothing Alice could not right, so she did just that. Setting things back on the display shelves, straightening mannequins, and giving the odd mirror a quick buffer.

Spinning about in her black heeled boots, the tailor studied her handiwork as she reached the ancient register. It too lacked the modern convenience, though she had a more updated one below the obvious of the counter. Green eyes gleamed with glee at the polished and shining perfect of the Timeless. Her hands on the hips of her lolita dress. Inspired by Victorian times the skirt that fell to just below the knee was the base of black layered with blue panels and edged in black lace. The matching blouse was the opposite and fit her like a glove. As it should, she had made it herself. Giving a quick glance over in a mirror, she plucked apart the ribbon that held her bun up. The blasted thing was utterly irritating after that mess. Not to mention it was nearing the closing time, Alice mused after giving the clock a quick glance in the mirror. Her waist length thick black hair shook as she turned about again, going through the closing routine. It might be a bit early to start such a thing, but the woman gave a cheery smile. It didn't mean the work ended for her. Just the customer dealing part! She still had designs to work with. Commissions to make. Her heeled boots clicked as she moved about, beaming at her lot in life.