We walked across the lawn and then walked into an outhouse.
"Il tuo studio è qui?" I asked her. (Your Studio is here?)
"Sì" she replied.
We walked in.
As I walked in, my eyes came across various mannequins, who were dressed in designs that are not to be seen outside this place. The whole floor had rows after rows of completed dress sitting on those lifeless mannequins, providing them with a reason for their existence.
As I looked at the dresses I could already visualise the person who could wear it. There were so many details and so much consideration for the wearer that a buyer would fall in love with the dresses just like that.
"Woohoo!" Lucy whistled as she looked through the dresses, "you can open a high-end fashion boutique with all the designs you have here," she turned towards me and said, "old man how about you retire and in your place I hire her for our fashion house," she excitedly stated.
