The tailor's studio is a masterpiece of color and texture, a sea of fine fabrics and shimmering embellishments. Mannequins line the walls, each one adorned with an exquisite creation, hand-stitched to perfection. The moment I step inside, the scent of fresh linen and delicate perfume fills my nose, and I exhale, already knowing this will be a difficult choice.
Nate stands beside me, arms crossed, taking in the array of dresses with a look of pure appreciation. "These are beauties," he murmurs, running his fingers lightly over the sleeve of an embroidered gown. "She's outdone herself."
I hum in agreement, my fingers grazing over lace, silk, and velvet, each dress more stunning than the last. But I'm not just looking for beauty. I'm looking for something special.
Something practical.
