Tailors have sharp eyes. Whitaker Scarlett had ironed clothes in the shop, and they had copied her wholesale styles. The woolen coat hanging in the shop was a copy, but since the white woolen fabric was probably difficult to buy in Harborfield, the tailor hadn’t created a truly high-quality copy.
Whitaker Scarlett knew this was inevitable, but if they intended to continue copying her chosen styles, Whitaker Scarlett wasn’t so easy-going.
She wouldn’t borrow the iron anymore; she turned and left.
She could now afford an iron, and the Johnson family’s courtyard was large enough; Whitaker Scarlett didn’t lack space for ironing and sorting goods.
“Hey, what do you mean? Wait a minute…”
The female tailor was quite unhappy, but Whitaker Scarlett didn’t look back.
The female tailor hadn’t seen the clothes Whitaker Scarlett brought this time, which was a pity. The outfit Whitaker Scarlett was wearing was also beautiful, but it was only a fleeting glimpse, making it impossible to copy.
Whitaker Scarlett’s expression wasn’t good, but after a while, she calmed down. What was she angry about? It wasn’t her design.
Kay could see the reason. Ultimately, Whitaker Scarlett was limited by her capital and small scale.
If she could organize people, choose styles, and cut patterns herself, she could occupy the Harborfield market before others reacted, leaving no room for copycats.
“You have a good eye.”
Kay comforted her.
Wasn’t it a good eye? Whitaker Scarlett’s street clothing stall disappeared for a few days, but when it reappeared, it quickly attracted passersby. She stood there like a living advertisement. Solid-colored woolen fabrics were popular, printed ones tended to look rustic, and plaid ones were quite nice.
The short jacket, barely reaching her waist, certainly wouldn’t be warm in winter, but it looked so good on Whitaker Scarlett, it was quite deceptive.
Women’s shopping is inherently irrational.
The first person to approach asked about the same style Whitaker Scarlett was wearing:
“How much is it?”
“98 dollars. Madam, you’re taller than me, you should wear a medium size. Let me get one for you?”
“Woolen coats in department stores are only a little over a hundred, and this one uses so little fabric!”
It wasn’t cheap.
The female customer’s face changed with distress, but she really liked it, so she tried to haggle with Whitaker Scarlett. She haggled fiercely, immediately offering 70 dollars. This price would still make a profit, but not much.
Whitaker Scarlett remained firm. No one in business was kind-hearted; giving away too much profit was simply helping for free.
In the end, she only lowered the price by three dollars. The female customer almost didn’t buy it, but Whitaker Scarlett gave her a pair of gloves to secure the sale.
Many people gathered around, some asking Kay for this item, others asking about the size of the jeans, practically teasing Kay. Whitaker Scarlett was speechless towards these women, giving away fluffy gloves but refusing to lower the price.
However, she didn’t know that someone had witnessed her and Kay selling goods on the street.
“—Is that Whitaker Scarlett?”
Parker Jace’s mother was used to making clothes in the tailor shop. The styles might not be that novel, but she was a small leader, and what was required at her workplace was stability and elegance, so she didn’t pursue new styles. The materials she chose were good, and the clothes made had a great texture, suitable for her status.
Now, woolen coats were all the rage, so Parker Jace’s mother naturally wanted to order two sets.
The tailor shop owner called her “Caroline” with every breath, making Caroline feel completely at ease. She ordered three coats in one go:
“This style is quite new.”
“The latest style from Sablewick; only you can carry it off with such flair.”
Caroline was picky and proud, but her family background was indeed good; both she and her husband were leaders, and they could afford to order three woolen coats costing nearly a hundred each. The tailor shop owner was more than happy to flatter her.
She wasn’t lying; it was indeed a new style from Sablewick.
The tailor shop owner wasn’t too pleased, though; she could only make a few sets, and that girl selling at the street stall was really stingy.
Caroline left a deposit, and the tailor shop owner promised to make them for her first, ready for pickup in a week. As she walked down the street after leaving the tailor shop, she heard a few women talking about how that stall with particularly beautiful clothes had new stock, and this time the coats were especially pretty… Hmph, street stall goods, what’s so good about that?
Caroline looked down on it.
Little did she know, as she walked further, she spotted the crowded stall.
Kay and Whitaker Scarlett were not short people; how could Caroline possibly overlook such eye-catching figures?
