Ruby stood near the mannequin, her arms crossed, her red eyes fixed on the one remaining robe that hadn't been sold since the first day of the fair.
Everything else was gone.
All the robes had been bought out, people had fought over the last few pieces yet this one remained untouched.
A deep, elegant red, embroidered with delicate golden threads.
It was beautiful.
So why wasn't it selling?
She frowned, tapping her fingers against the counter.
It wasn't just this robe that was bothering her.
It was the fact that she barely had any stock left.
Rowan and Eilas were working hard, but even if they rushed, they couldn't magically produce dozens of robes overnight.
And that meant…
She would have to close her shop on the third day.
A deep sigh escaped her lips.
She hated the thought of it.
Just when things were going well, just when people were recognizing her brand, she was already hitting a wall.
