**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 3)**
True to her word, Kiera left her at the uniform shop, which was a small stand-alone building across the quad from the student union building. The sign on the door read they were open until nine during orientation week, and it was nearly eight. She stepped inside, small bells above the door jangling, and seeing a handful of mannequins wearing uniforms, a few different styles, the colored banding obviously indicating upperclassmen–maroon for her, green for second years, blue, and gold for juniors and seniors.
“You’re out late to still be in uniform.” A young woman said coming out from the back of the shop. “If you’re looking for some last-minute tailoring, Gunderson has already gone home for the day, though I’m expecting you’re here to buy something, considering the time. Most people don’t show up and hour before closing for window shopping, not if it means walking half-way across campus in nothing but stockings and heels. What do you need?”
“Well, um,” Regina cleared her throat, speaking up, “I, um, need enough uniforms to wear all week, I guess, or, well, I don’t know how many, and the school-issued pajamas, I guess…I, um, didn’t know that we were supposed to buy them.”