When Griselda woke the next evening, she saw that Sergei had unpacked her bag. A stylish dress lay draped over her vanity chair. Red, with a small waist and full skirt that ended mid-calf. Though catalog and store shopping had recently become popular there was even a new boutique in the citadel's shopping area Griselda was rarely able to buy clothes that fit. Taller than average, pre-made clothes were usually too short for her. Not that she couldn't make her own she'd been sewing ...