The lady turned to Zamian, bowing her head as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "P-Please... Why don't I do it, Mr. Zamian?"
Her nervousness was palpable, and Zamian finally lowered his hand. She hadn't expected him to be so possessive of his wife. If she had known, she would have brought a female tailor instead. She had chosen him because he was the best tailor they had, but now, in hindsight, it seemed wiser to handle the measuring herself, allowing the tailor to focus solely on crafting the dress.
Zamian's reaction left her uneasy. She couldn't afford to jeopardize this relationship; Zamian was one of their most important clients, and losing him would be a massive blow to the company. The thought sent a fresh wave of anxiety coursing through her.
Addressing Mira, the lady's voice steadied as she said, "Could you come this way, please?"
