Chapter 4 — Chapter 4

We crossed the road and entered another shop. A young man looked up from his work, sitting in front of the window.

"Faen, this is a customer. Everything's paid for, help her with shoes," she blurted out and disappeared, rushing out the door.

"What would the lady like?"

"Something ready-made and something custom," I said, pulling my old cloak around me. The guy looked at me with interest.

"Your foot, please," I lifted my skirt, showing my boot.

"There's only a couple in stock, the rest are custom-made," he peered behind the counter, pulling out small pumps. "Would you like to try them on?"