Summary:
<blockquote>here were two out-of-towners gawking at Adalène’s window when she sat down alone at the table in her shop.
She’d had a pair of seamstresses to work for her, once upon a time, to do all the fussier piecing and hand-sewing. Sacred seas, she’d had customers once, too. A hundred years’ sleep had changed those things and so many more besides. She frowned down at the piecework for the simple gown she’d laid out and fitted pale-pink thread to a needle. It felt silly, some days, to set to sewing. But her feet always carried her here, to the work table.</blockquote>
➤ about one of the common people also put to sleep in the sleeping beauty tale having to make her way in a changed world after they're all awakened
