Edith wandered back and forth through the shop as she did every day, carrying rolls of fabric and spools of ribbon. Hey black hair tied back into a simple braid and her pale face holding a look a bored interest. It was quieter than usually in the shop that her aunt owned, it was a dress shop infact, the best in the town. Edith had taken up to working there when she wasn't having lessons or enjoying the company of her friends. Her mother hated the idea of her working in a shop though, the daughter of Mr. Alfred Butler and Mrs. Helen Butler had better things to do... Edith loved it though, she adored making the clothing that other women would fight for in hopes of getting to wear it. She also loved wearing what she made herself, it was rather satisfying to be able to say you made what you wore, if only other's could understand. Her mother believed that Edith should be looking at gentlemen, possible suitors, not fabrics and ribbon. However, Edith had no such interest, she didn't want to become that woman that just sat at home and ate bonbons, taking care of children and gossiping with others who fell to a similar fate. She wanted to run her own shop for dresses some day, get past her father's name and make one for herself, if possible. At least she would settle for just being able to take over her aunts shop, who being elder than her mother and still childless made it a very high chance that she might. A small jiggle came to her ears as she heard the sound of the door opening. She turned and looked at the entering customer with a smile and sparkling hazel eyes, her bright white work blouse and long green skirt a prim and neat. "Hello, Welcome to Conway's Fabrics. How can I help you today?"