Caroline at the Tailors


With a sour look on her face, one of the royal carriages pulled up to the front door of one of the King's favorite tailors. Caroline of Brunswick hastily exited the carriage without waiting for an escort to open the door and rushed a head to the door of the shop. "Hurry up," she snapped at the escort, "the sooner we start the sooner we finish and the sooner I can go back to bed." Caroline threw open the front door and stepped inside the tailor's shop.

Wide-eyed Robert stepped back expecting much more then the young women before him, considering the violent way the door was opened. " Can I help you Miss...." Realization hit and the old gentleman gave a gracious bow. "Duchess Caroline how may I help you?"

Caroline caught her breath and calmly addressed the tailor, he wasn't working for the man that just ruined her life, well, not directly. "It has been decided that there is a need to *celebrate* my upcoming nuptials and so the king is hosting a ball for which I need a dress."

"Oh I know all about the ball." Robert said, relieved that Caroline was being mor friendly then she had appeared. "In fact, the Prince was here but a few hours ago with a.....another cousin I think. Your younger sister perhaps? Buying her a dress for the ball as well." Robert was in his sixties. his older age and pleasant demeanor made him a popular tailor with the young ladies as well as the men. Being older, there was never cause for fear when Robert's hands were upon the women. He was always a gentleman. Most considered it as though their grandfather was making their dress. Also, being older, Robert was pleased his memory served him so well as to relate his visitor with Caroline.

Caroline gave the older man an odd look. "You must be mistaken, I have no other siblings." And there were no other family members in London at the moment. she thought to herself, she nearly lost her temper, but held her tongue, deciding to see what kind of information she could ger from the old man. "Could you tell me about this girl George was with," she said sweetly, "I just can't think of who he might have come out with."

She had no other siblings? Oh dear. Yes, now that Robert thought about it, the young woman couldn't have been related to Caroline. The girl, Gwen, had an Irish appearance which contrasted highly with Caroline's dark hair and small features. Robert had seen George with many women in his day but had assumed he had quit his playboy ways with his marriage so close. Obviously he had been wrong and made a giant mistake in mentioning the Prince's visit in front of his betrothed. He had been acquainted with George much longer then with Caroline and that is where his loyalty lay. Trying to steer the conversation away from the prince, Robert took out his measuring tape hoping Caroline would forget he mentioned another woman. "So.....well....do you have a particular color or style in mind Ma'am?"

'I'd prefer black' she thought to herself but kept a nice attitude with the many. "I'm not that particular, any I'm sure will do, but first you must tell me about this other girl. Perhaps some more of our cousins arrived today and I missed them, could you describe the girl?"

Robert breathed a sigh of relief. It very well could be another relative. What would be the harm in telling her now? Laying some samples of fabrics on the counter, Robert rambled. "Let me see... She had red hair and was very thin. Looked almost Irish if you ask me but that doesn't seem likely-she spoke with a flawless British accent. I think her name was Gwen. Yes that's it. The young woman's name was Gwen. They came in and purchased a gown for her to wear at the ball. A lovely rose one too. She must be a younger cousin-she seemed to be a little younger then you or the Prince. HE is such a good man, to be so fond of his little relatives, showing them around." A young girl, English though might look Irish, named Gwen. Caroline knew for sure this was no cousin, probably one of George's mistresses no doubt, but Caroline kept up the show, "I don't have any cousins named Gwen, perhaps someone on the other side of George's family," she said to the tailor, "Why don't we try that one." she said continuing on while not paying much attention to the fabric she chose for her own dress, waiting to see what else the man may say about the girl.

"Ah, this is a beautiful fabric" Robert said approvingly, picking up the light violet swatch that Caroline had chosen. "It will look very becoming with such dark hair. And it's a very royal color as well. Well done!" Putting up the other swatches the grey-haired tailor continued on about his visitor. "Yes I suppose she must be on his mother's side then, that is why he appeared to know her so well. Miss Gwen seemed as giddy as a schoolgirl to get that dress. And to think she wasn't even aware there was a ball until I suggested how nice it would look there!" Robert's smile vanished as he realized the implications of his words. The afternoon came back vividly now. They had come in because George had somehow splashed the young lady with mud and to compensate he was buying her a dress. He, not knowing at the time that they were not so acquainted, mentioned the ball. And *that* was when George invited her. In essence, he had just told the Prince's bride that he had been buying trinkets for another woman right before their marriage. The poor old man closed his eyes and said a small prayer as he helped Caroline onto a stool and silently began taking her measurements. Oh hell, the Prince would have his head for this.

"Ah, well," Caroline said keeping up her game of ignorance as the man began to work. "I suppose word has not yet reached all of the relatives. George and I only learn a few days ago ourselves, I have yet to tell anyone back home of the event, much less the preceding ball." Caroline wondered how much else the man in the long run would be willing to help. "Tell me, are there any current trends in fashion in England that are thought to be, oh, let's say daring or even questionable."

"Oh good heavens my dear, there are too many to count!" Robert said shaking his head and frowning. He helped he down off the stool as he scribbled down her measurements. "I have seen a lot of daring trends in my day but the low necklines and thinner skirts that some women have tried to pull off....it's disgraceful."

"Well then. let's have it. Enough to be daring, but just short of disgraceful. I always enjoyed being on the edge of fashion in Germany, and after all George believes he is such the expert on attire, I want him to understand that there are those that might rival him." she explained to the tailor, though such an outfit would make the royals and the rest of England gossip, for Caroline it was only the beginning.

Robert raised his eyes and tried not to look too shocked. "Of course the dress shall be designed as you like it milady but.... might I suggest we tone it down a bit? If you want to be eye catching I could tighten the bodice a bit and hint at other things but to be so forward I fear might not go over well."

"Why not just go for all of it then? A tighter bodice, low neckline, lighter skirt, oh I hate heavy skirts, a light skirt would be easier to move around in and dance in anyway." she babbled on. She really had no intention of dancing or moving anymore then the minium required, but it sounded good anyway.

Robert's fatherly side could not help but show itself then. " Caroline.... such a move would not be looked favorably upon. I *can* make it for you, but you are a beautiful young woman. You do not need all of that."

"I know I don't need it but I want it. I am sure that you are being paid well for a dress in the style in which I wish is that not correct?"

Robert sighed. "As you wish Milady" he conceded. "So it is to have a lower neckline and a skirt not as normally flared? Anything else?" The aging tailor already knew this would be his least favorite assignment.

Hmmmm," Caroline began as the tailor moved about her. "What is the latest length in sleeves?" Do people here still insist on them covering a woman's wrist?"

Most emphatically" Robert insisted firmly. He was willing to make a gown by her instructions but this was not a gown for a prostitute. It was for the bride of the Prince of England, and some things he would not do.

Well that won't do. If I am to be dancing and moving about I am bound to become warm, and I don't do well with hot temperatures. No, something shorter to help keep me cool would be better. The sleeves at most should be three quarters if not half length. I'd almost like to go with no sleeves but with the low neckline it would look silly wouldn't it."

Robert nodded grimly. She could ask him to, but regardless he would leave the sleeves long. He doubted she would go complaining to anyone that he hadn't made the gown *more* revealing. " I assume you want this to be ready as soon as possible then?"

"No, the ball is in two weeks, I don't plan on wearing it until then, just as long as you have the time you need in case any minor adjustments would need to be made." the less time between the time she got the dress and the ball, the less time for her mother to find it and get her a new dress. Besides, in the meantime, Caroline had gotten enough information about George's new toy she didn't need anything else.

"Very well then, I shall have the gown sent to you when it is finished" Robert replied solemnly. HE would send it to Caroline at the latest possible. That way she wouldn't have time to demand any adjustments if he made a few of his own to the original design.

"Very well then." Caroline said as she stepped off the stool. "I'll expect it in about a week and a half then. Good day Sir." she said, exiting the shop and beginning to consider what to do about George and his latest girl.

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