"Good," Pride said, punctuating the word with a sharp nod of her head. 'Mow, I'm pretty sure it's back this way, hopefully they haven't rearranged the whole shop again."
She led the way down the center aisle, every inch the woman on a mission. The attendant at the counter looked up, seeming mildly alarmed at this woman who was bearing down on her.
"My sister needs her measurements taken," she told her. "She's looking for some things for her boudoir."
The assistant dug out a measuring tape, nodding. "Of course. If you'll follow me, miss?"