Alice sighed in bliss as she selected the correct supplies for the gown she was planning on making. Something with a bit of a mysterious edge she thought. Something that would blend into the background yet still maintain her level of artistry. Slipping over to Liza with a arm full of green and black cloth with a bit of dark lace that wasn't quite the color of coal. It was modest, but Alice could make modest look good. She had with Liam's jacket she thought with a sadness that hung in her emerald eyes.

That coat had taken days to design and make, everything had been perfected on it. Alice shook her head and gave Liza what she hoped was a cheerful smile. "I got the basics. It won't make anything jaw dropping, but I can work something decent at least." She commented with a aloof air. Typical of her status as a well-to-do tailor, or what had been her status before the attack that had nearly killed her. Sometimes she wished it had. It would be so much easier at times... But no! Liam had been a selfish, insensitive bastard when he had preyed upon her and Alice Lynch was a woman with a vengeance.