Her smile widened, eyebrows arched slightly in surprise. This was Jude's father? She'd heard of him, of course, when she'd moved into the Manor, but she hadn't seen him at all.
"Thank you," she curtsied slightly. "Vintage couture has always been a passion of mine, and now I run my own store, it wouldn't do for me to be seen looking anything less than perfect." She gestured to the bench beside him.
"May I?" Smoothing her skirt at the back, she sat down beside him, crossing her legs at the knee.