Within it was more charming. Delila felt absolutely thrilled to try out a new dressmaker. A voice pulled her attention from the décor and to the other person. This had to be the proprietor.
Delila gave them a once over, studiously trying to determine if the person before her would have designs on Dumin, or at the very least, ideas. It was difficult to tell. For now she let it go, and plastered a sunny smile on her face. "I'm here for a new ball gown and all the acruments to go along with it."
Dumin felt himself tugged forward and summarily shoved forward.
"For myself and my brother. Matching of course. Something decadent and delicious."
He eyed his sister. "That's a new one. Delicious?" He rolled his eyes. "I am Dumin and impertinent dumpling is Delila."