"Make sure to be careful, alright? This was a limited edition Chanel suit, they don't make these anymore, you know? Only ten of those were made and I have one!"
Samantha stood in front of the mirror in Amelie's old bedroom, scrutinizing her reflection as the dressmaker, a rather young-looking woman named Kathy, who was famous for having deft fingers and a unique vision of style, worked on adjusting the hem of the skirt at her working station.
The room, once filled with Amelie's presence, was now being repurposed as a makeshift atelier, and Samantha relished in the symbolism.
"Also, make sure the hem is exactly two inches longer," Samantha instructed, "The stomach makes everything look shorter."
The dressmaker nodded, her eyes focused on the fabric as she pinned the hem with meticulous care.
