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Post by Alain Andre Durant on Oct 4, 2020 23:14:38 GMT
Alain looked about the small space, well, not so small. He made sure to pick a storefront that had space on all sides to expand. His father had retired, but as a bastard, Alain could not carry on in his father's stead. He didn't understand why. The world was changing in many ways. Advancement could be had by those that were not of noble birth. Nobility was becoming less important except to those who held the titles. Advancement and position could be earned through hard work and merit. Alain intended on showing society, and his father, he could become a rising member, a leader in the burgeoning self-made middle-class.
He rubbed his hand across the emerald brocade of a doublet, worn by the fit form in the window. A similar crimson one stood next to it. They would fetch a pretty price. The colors were chosen with care. Christmas was coming and Alain felt it wasn't yet too early for people to be thinking of the holiday season. He himself could usher in the cheer as it took time for things to arrive and he must plan for anyone who crossed his display window to feel compelled to enter and linger long enough to purchase. It would take time for Alain to learn the tastes of his clientele, and to plan accordingly. It would take time to build his small shop up to something more grand. It would take time. But Alain had time. He wasn't going anywhere.
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