Aveline and Juno had been a landslide of information. Violet still felt like the earth teetered beneath her. She carried a receipt in her pocket with Chione’s original and current measurements written on it from her fittings at Darrow’s Tailor Shop. They’d directed her to a physician down the street who had seen to Leander’s burns. He refused to admit to more than treating Leander, but Violet could tell by his fear Chione had been there.

Violet had listened silently as the ...