"Rachel. Time to wake up" Ray said shaking the red head.

Rachel groaned, rolling over and covering her face with a pillow. Ray hopped up on the bed only to start jumping up and down. "Rachel. Time to get up." She continued to bounce the bed trying to wake her adoptive sister. A pillow came flying at her face, she jumped down laughing.

"Get out!" Rachel hollered wanting some peace. "I'm giving you 30 minutes or I'm coming back with the hose!" Ray hollered back walking out of the room.

"Thanks to you the shop is late opening up."

"You own the damn thing! Plus I want coffee for you disturbing my sleep." Rachel retorted. Ray laughed "Maybe you should learn to go to bed at decent hours." "Oh. This coming from the one who is a night owl." They both laughed at the shit talk back and forth.

They walked in a comfortable silence, taking in the sites of London. The times were so different now. The cars, television, cellular phones, IPads and more. If you were to look back into the 1800's to now you would understand. The 21st century definitely made some things easy and some things not so easy.

"Ray?"

"Hmm"

"You okay? You seem like you were off in another universe." Rachel asked a bit worried. "Oh. I'm fine. I was just thinking how different things are compared to many years ago." Rachel couldn't help but laugh. "You are so weird. I thought something was bothering you" Ray made the peace sign. "Nope! I'm good, let's grab that coffee though!"

Making it to the shop Ray took her keys out only to have one hand with coffee and too many keys in the other. After about five minutes of fiddling and trying to get the right key she unlocked the door.

"I think you need an assistant"

"Thanks genius, what do you think you are." Rachel beamed a smile. "I'm just the sister that's helping"

"Ha! If that's what you call helping I'm in deep shit." As Ray stepped inside she felt strange. As if someone was watching them. No. Watching her. She spun on her heel only to run face to face with Rachel.

"Dude! What the hell!? I almost spilled my coffee."

"I'm sorry!" She lowered her voice. "Something doesn't feel right though. I thought I sensed someone behind us."

What on earth was that? She knew she felt another presence but when she turned around nobody was there. "Ray are you sure you're okay?" Rachel asked starting to feel very concerned for her sister. Ray nodded. "It was just a weird feeling. That's all." She looked at me with that expression that says. I know you're bullshitting? "Rachel I'm fine, really. Let's just get on with the day."

"Fine but if this feeling continues, we're closing up early. Got it."

Ray sighed. "Yes mom." She got a slap to the head. "Ow!"

"Don't you sass me missy" Ray smiled cheekily. "You're so scary Rache."

"I'll slap you again!" Rachel yelled as Ray ran to the back giggling. She hated being called Rache but if anyone was allowed to use that name it was Ray.

The day went on as usual. Helping people get their orders for weddings, banquettes, and formal dances, family get together and more. Rachel was finishing with a costumer as Ray stretched after filling orders and doing some sewing. "Man Rache. I'm beat. Want to call it a day?"

"Yes please. Today seems to be a bit busier than normal and I'm exhausted." Came her reply. Ray laughed. "Let's clean and ready to lock up." "Okie dokie boss!" Rachel said running to the back. Ray smiled at the hyper attitude of her sister.

Ding!

Ray lifted her head to see a tall, dark haired man walk into the shop. "Hello. How may I help you sir?" She asked with a adorning smile on her face. He walked up to the counter returning the smile. Ray's eyes her fixated on his. They were a beautiful golden color. His face was that of a porcelain doll but not fake. Just…perfect. The glasses added a cute but adult charm about him.

"I have an important event coming up. I was told you were the best, so here I am." He said smiling again. His teeth were also perfect. This man was just too perfect. Usually there is always something off but even his voice was deep as well as…I guess the word to use would be feathery. It was just so light but could get a point across if he were a professor in college.

"No problem! Follow me to the back. I may have something already finished that would fit you." She said leading him to the back room. He checked out multiple suits. Each one he tried fit better than the one before.

"You seem to have a keen eye for designing." The gentlemen complimented.

"Thank you! I try to make different sizes of everything ready to go. You never know when you'll need that replacement right away. I also like to do different materials but those only of the highest quality." She explained. "Sorry! I got carried away explaining." She stated waving her hands frantically.

He couldn't help but smile a bit at her and her excitement. "You really do love doing this don't you." "That wasn't really a question, huh." He laughed again. "Nope."

"Alright Ray. Everything is done back here…" Rachel came out only to stop dead in her tracks like she had seen a ghost. Everything went silent. An uncomfortable silence. Ray looked between the two. "Uh. Rachel this gentleman just came to grab a suit." Rachel gave a slight glare and the customer. The silence remained until the gentleman spoke up. "This one will do." He stated gaining Ray's attention. "Fantastic! Let's get you set up at the front." Ray went to follow him until a hand grabbed her arm. "Ray. Be very cautious of him." Ray gave a very confused look at her sister but nodded to reassure her.

"That'll be 827 pounds." He handed her a wad cash. "That'll be more than enough. Just keep the extra for being so sweet." He said with a wink. Ray couldn't help but get a little flustered. "May I ask your name sir?"

"Claude. Claude Faustus."