Leander turned at Viviana and she covered her mouth with her hand and sneezed. Fake sneeze, of course. She didn't know if Leander could say it was fake or not.
"Hello, Ms. Allard," Viviana quickly greeted the seamstress.
"Just Danielle, please…" Danielle smiled fondly. Viviana could see the fine lines around her eyes. She must be in her thirties. She looked deep as if she's seen stuff in her life.
"I've recently got hold of a new fabric. Black, surely…" Danielle told Leander and walked to her workbench that had fabrics and papers sprawled over. "And maybe ditch the black. I bet the missus will agree…" she winked gleefully. "And just take a seat. I'll discuss with your owner!"
Danielle looked at Viviana with a larger-than-life smile. Viviana raised her hands in a surrendering motion. She would love to see Leander in colors. But she didn't think that he would listen to her.
