An hour later, Irene was buttoning herself into a jacket and long skirt while Kai sat outside the dressing-room on a rickety chair and read through the dossiers. The cheap clothing shop Dominic had directed them to was certainly cheap, very definitely cheap, and had little that could be said for it other than the fact that it was cheap. If they were going to infiltrate high society, they’d need better clothing. And costumes that didn’t rely on heavy overcoats.
