Natalia’s POV
The next morning, Jane dragged me out of the house before I even got a chance to finish my coffee. She couldn’t wait for our day out together. Neither could I. It had been a long time since I’d had a chance to do anything out of the house, and the weather was perfect. Warm and sunny, the air smelling of spring wildflowers, and the distant mountains on full display on the horizon.
The seamstress’s shop was a small building near the town square that had survived the war mostly intact. A bell chimed when we pushed open the door, and a woman looked up from behind the counter. She was young with a dark pixie cut, and wore a length of measuring tape draped around her neck.
Her eyes widened when she saw us standing there. “Luna Natalia! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“My mommy
