Linen Source Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"What? One gold coin for this is too much! Are you trying to rob me?" Havana can't believe what she heard. How come a dress can be so expensive! Helga, the tailor, shrugged. "The silk alone cost fifty silvers, Miss Ambrose. I can make a substitute by using the finest linen if you want to get the cheaper one." Havana frowned. Linen is the common fabric, aside of cotton, to make daily wear for commoners. It doesn't matter if it is the finest quality or not because linen is linen, she thought to herself. Even that Witch use luxurious silk for her daily wear, it is so unfair!

They entered a store that has beautiful and different kinds of woven clothes, silks, cottons, chiffons, and the likes. But it seems like the material has quality but the color.... she didn't like it. It's seems like all the colors are dark compared to the brighter version of it. "Mrs. Goulding?" Rosie called out. To be frank Rosie is doing a good job at letting them know these locations. Andrea wonders why she's trying so hard. Vida looked deeper into the store and likes the dark shade of purple. A particular purple linen short dress with gold thread intricately woven to create a beautiful design.

He continued her topic, "Then take a guess, what’s the material for this?" The clerk beside him was about to speak, but Alexander stopped him with his eyes. Seeing him full of confidence, as if he was sure she could not guess the material, Lily was a little amused, "Southbank soap. Did you think I couldn’t answer?" Alexander kept quiet. The smile on his face condensed for a moment. He probably did not expect her to answer accurately in one go, "You’ve seen this before?"

There was a scarf inside, made of natural silk, with a refreshing and beautiful pattern. "This is..." Lina paused. "This is the birthday gift I prepared for Mrs. Hamerton," Lena said softly. "Compared to what they've brought, this is insignificant. Still, it's a token of my sincerity." Lina held her hand, feeling a wave of warmth. She had heard from Jade that Lena had sold a property and used most of the money to buy this silk scarf. It might not compare to priceless jade or gemstones, but it was likely the best gift that Lena could offer.

BELLA'S POV I want to be clear about the top. It was linen. Pale blue, the color of something that had been washed many times and was better for it, the particular softness of fabric that has reached its final, best version of itself through use rather than design. I had bought it the summer before last from a market stall between a woman selling preserves and a man selling second-hand paperbacks, and I had worn it to three different outdoor events and one very long afternoon in Jennifer's garden and once to a family barbecue where my father had said you look nice and gone back to his book, which was his highest form of aesthetic endorsement.

The seamstress’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, carefully lifting the gown from the box. The fabric caught the light, shifting softly between tones of gray and lilac… muted, elusive, like twilight caught in cloth. Mira’s eyes sharpened, her curiosity sparked. “What shade is this?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with authority. The seamstress lowered her gaze, forcing steadiness into her tone. “Gray lilac, Luna. The dye is rare… almost impossible to find. I had only enough to make this one gown.”

Jack and Thomas looked at each other miserably before sighing ‘Who asked them to be hopelessly in love with two senseless women? The cloth merchant was extremely happy to see his favorite customer. Jack and Thomas waited by the side while Mira and Almera went to get the materials. They bought a beige colored poly taffeta and beige linen as per Mira’s plan. Mira also got 2 sets of 3 yards of brown silk cloth like she did last time. The merchant gave this for free due to the large order they made. “We have to go to Aldrin’s shop to get the thread. I don’t think I will have enough in my collection.” Mira told Jack on the way.

Everything is falling into place, just like we’d planned back before the lies, before the pain. A knock on the door makes me look up. Lincoln stands in the doorway, holding a large roll of fabric under his arm. “I brought the samples we talked about,” he says, his voice warm. “Plus a few extra bolts I thought you might like my grandmother helped weave them before she retired.”

"Marta handles linens. Lin manages your wardrobe. I ensure everything… flows." Marta unfurled a cashmere throw across the chaise lounge, her fingers tracing the weave with reverence. "Your bed linens are Egyptian cotton, 800-thread count. Monsieur Cassian insisted they be ‘cloud-soft.’" She didn’t smile. Didn’t fawn. Just smoothed a wrinkle with surgical precision. Lin opened the ledger. "Silk pajamas in blush, not ivory. Breakfast: Earl Grey with one sugar, never honey. You prefer your books well-read, but never dog-eared." She paused, glancing at Elara. "Monsieur was very specific."

There was something about the colors—calm blues, soft greys, and cream shades—that drew him in. “I think… that row,” he said, pointing at it. She nodded, still smiling, and they walked together toward the row. The faint scent of fabric and cologne filled the air as they approached. Lucien reached out and began to run his fingers over the clothes, feeling the smoothness of the fabrics. “These are Italian cotton shirts,” the lady explained. “Very light and soft, good for both formal and casual wear.” Lucien nodded, not really sure what to say. “Would you like to try some on?” she asked.