"We have arrived at the modiste store, Your Grace," Noah said, gesturing towards the elegant shop with its beautifully decorated window displays.
Suzy nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the mysterious figure. "Thank you, Noah," she said, her voice soft. She stepped out of the carriage, her eyes scanning the crowd, trying to catch another glimpse of the person. She wondered who it was, and what they were doing in sneaking around the market and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen them before. The thought nagged at her, like a half-remembered dream. She decided to put the matter aside for now and focus on her visit to Madame Helena's shop. She could always send Noah to investigate the situation later.
