Melie had escaped her home without an escort for the third time that week. IF her father found out, she would definately be in trouble, but she hadn't been caught the other two times, so she wasn't too concerned. That is until she heard a loud clap of thunder. If she returned to her room soaking wet, she would certainly be caught. She looked at the door to her left, and then up at the sign which indicated that it was a dressmaker's shop. It seemed like a good enough place to seek shelter. She knocked on the door and hoped for a quick reply.