Khaat saw some beautiful dresses and but they just werent' what she wanted. Then she heard a conversation at the store counter. It was between an old woman and the clerk. She wanted to sell an heirloom wedding gown and its matching veil because she had fallen on hard times. The woman clearly had very little anymore. The dress showed some tatters just from age. Khaat wasn't sure the woman would even have food on he table tonight by the looks of it. Khaat turned and went to the counter.
"May I?" she asked softly. The woman turned to her with tears in her eyes. She didn't want to sell it.
"Are..you looking for a dress? the old woman asked, trembling.
"I am," Khaat said.
"You' are a beautiful child. It would look beautiful on you. It is a..graceful thing. Like you. It is very old, though. Perhaps the clerk is right. Perhaps it is not good enough nowadays." She handed the dress to Khaat. Khaat held up the beautiful dress and veil made of lace. It was exquisiite. She'd never seen an thing like it, not ever. It took her breath away. A quick spell and it would be repaired and whitened and look as it was intended to be again.
"How much were you asking for it?" Khaat asked.
"Two hundred dollars?" She asked timidly. "It...only has a little wear...."
"Two hundred?" Khaat echoed. That was nothing for how gorgeous it was. The woman began to speak, to lower her price. Khaat opened her purse and looked for her cash. She got out a wad full of hundred dollar bills and pressed them into the old woman's hand. "I'll give you one thousand dollars for it--right now. Just as it is," Khaat said. The woman stood in front of her, stunned. A couple of tears slipped down her cheeks. she nodded, thanking Khaat over and over profusely. She turned and left, her tears threatening to turn to sobs of gratitude. Then Khaat looked at her, more firm now, deliberate.
"You can't wear that like that. Its completely see through," the clerk said.
"I need a sleeveless sheath of translucent white silk for underneath. Can you do it?"
"I...I...Well, sure," the clerk said. "It would have to be custom, and I dont' know where we will get translucent silk."
"I do. I want it to fit the gown's style as it if were made for it."
"If you can get the silk, we can do the dress," the clerk said.
"I'll have the silk here tomorrow at this time. Bring your designer and yoru seamstress. I want it done quickly and I want it done right," Khaat said. The clerk agreed and got on the phone to the designer and the seamstress. Khaat turned to Angus.
"That was a good thing you did," he said. "It seems that you have a dress after all."
"I think I do," she smiled.