#* ✦ ⁎ 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔢 ⋆

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open starter @ her shop

“  i  think  this  looks  absolutely  fabulous  on  you,  my  dear.  ”  desmera  praises  as  she  looks  upon  the  newest  fitting  she’s  just  finalized.  the  dress  fits  the  person  like  a  glove,  and  des  can  only  imagine  how  beautiful  it  will  look  when  the  other  dresses  for  the  next  ball.  “  you  shall  be  the  talk  of  the  night.  ”  insists  she.  the  chime  of  her  shop’s  front  door  des  pauses  and  glances  towards  the  closed  curtain.  “  just  a  moment  !  ”  she  calls  out.

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desmera  often  took  walks  throughout  the  city  when  her  shop  was  closed.  she  didn't  have  the  luxury  of  closing  often,  business  was  booming  and  it  was  best  for  her  to  embrace  that,  but  one  day  a  week  was  all  her  own.  it  was  not  meant  for  anyone  but  herself  to  relax  and  enjoy.  as  her  skirts  dusted  along  the  cobblestone  beneath  her  feet,  desmera  couldn't  help  but  hum  an  old  lullaby  to  herself.  when  a  voice  calls,  she  doesn't  initially  think  it  is  to  her,  but  des  turns  all  the  same.  she  glances  to  the  sign,  then  to  the  man  who  called  out.  “  i  believe  you  need  to  shift  the  right  side  up  just  a  hair.  ”  she  holds  up  two  fingers,  showing  the  smallest  gap  of  distance.

location: mayfair open to: all

with ocean hues trained on the sign that sat upon on the stone wall beside the door to his new office, hamish tapped his chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed a little as he studied the sign. it was a strange feeling, seeing his family name displayed there. it was a moment of pride, for the gentleman had come so far from where he began. his family had been one of poverty, but he had made a name for himself, and was now celebrating five years of being his own boss. eyes then moved around the street, calling out to the first person he laid eyes on. “excuse me, sir/ma’am.. apologies for the interruption but could i perhaps ask a favour? the sign here.. does it look straight to you?” hamish directed the other’s attention to the sign, humming softly to himself. 

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♕  ⸻ laura harrier. cis woman. she/her. ― is that DESMERA CARLISLE i saw during this years first ball of the season? the 32 year old is avoiding finding a suitor this social season. They are known to be ALLURING, but also DETACHED, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one. [HONEY, SHE/HER, 29, CST]

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . desmera carlisle

age . 32

station . commoner, modiste

height . 5'9"

traits . alluring, creative, hard working, detached, reserved, sarcastic

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

a common girl born to a common man who had dreams larger than his pockets. he wished to dress his children in finery, luxury, and introduce them to the ton as the best picks for marriage. des never wanted any of that, but she looked up to her father all the same. days spent with her mother, sewing away the beautiful dresses for the women of the social season, dancing with fabrics on her body as if she were in a ball room. she may not have wanted a suitor, but she certainly liked the idea of nice attire. sadly, her mother began to lose the ability to sew at a young age, and des stepped up to take over the seamstress business to avoid their family falling on hard times. she was the oldest of 8 children, there was truly no other choice. years later she still works in that very shop, happily providing the finest gowns to the ton and saving a bit for herself.

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“  alright,  that  finishes  you  up  my  dear.  ”  desmera  pushes  to  stand,  dusting  off  her  skirts  as  she  grins  at  the  other.  “  go  ahead  and  slip  out  of  that  and  leave  it  on  the  chair,  i’ll  grab  it  later.  ”  she  chatted  a  few  more  details  off  to  the  girl’s  mother  and  then  slipped  to  the  front  of  the  shop.  des’s  smile  beamed  as  she  spotted  the  sweet  face,  and  offered  the  usual  warm  greeting.  “  hello  ma’am,  what  can  i  do  for  you  today  ?  ”  des  knew  the  season  was  filled  with  fraught  and  anxieties,  she  hoped  her  kind  presence  could  help  ease  a  bit  of  that.

entering the store almost felt like a betrayal. usually, her outfits were all made and altered by madame delacroix. however, the seamstress had been all booked up at such short notice, so she thought that she'd try elsewhere. in her hand, she held a dress, on which gracie had noticed a small pucker in the fabric. it was to be a gown for a special occasion, and if she wanted to make an impression, to find herself a good husband, she had to look perfect. upon hearing a voice from the back of the shop, gracie took a seat, silently, and politely, waiting her turn.