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Beth “Oh my God, Bethany, these dresses are perfect!” Holly Monroe twisted in the 3-way mirror to get a better look at the red velvet Christmas dress. Her daughters had identical, miniature versions of hers, all of them trimmed in faux white fur, with black sashes. “Take a picture, please?” She handed me her phone, and then she posed in front of Charlie’s fireplace with her three daughters. I took a few snaps and then handed her back the phone. She grinned happily as she swiped through the pictures. “These are great! I’m going to post them on all my social media accounts. I’ll be sure to tell them that these are Bethany Segretto originals!” I smiled shyly at her praise. “You know, my brother is getting married in February, and his fiancée still hasn’t found a gown she likes. Do you t