"Let me be the first to greet you here," said the Man. "My name Harold Blaire III. I'm one of the King's representatives here."
"Where exactly is here?" replied Tabitha. "I know I'm in Italy but which part?"
"Well you're about ten miles away from Milan." He then looked a little more at her clothes. "And where did you get those ghastly clothes from?"
At first she wanted him that she was from the future. But then she realised that the chances of him believing that were slim to none. "I came to see if I could get any new clothes. But no one around here spoke English."
"Well don't you worry about that." He then looked at her. "You look around the same size as my sister."
He then went into the back and a few minutes later he came back out with a dress. It was a classic for the time period. Tabitha couldn't take her eyes off it and Harold smiled at her.
"Go on try it on in the back," said Harold.
She then walked into the back and tried the dress on. It was a little too small so she shrank herself slightly so it would fit. She then came back around and confronted Harold.