I gave a tug on a strand of her long hair. She only laughed more.
We picked out her jewelry, just a ring and small earrings suitable for her age, and we completed her ensemble, my first creation.
She stood before the long pedestal mirror; her eyes moved up and down and back again. “Ginevra, you're a genius. I never would have thought to put the purple ribbon round my waist. It works perfectly with the dress.”
It did. It set off the yellow silk and her creamy skin to perfection.
“It works because you are so lovely,” I said, and she was, in part thanks to my work, but that I would keep as a gift to myself.
Pearl preened as I gathered the discarded clothes from the afternoon, the mess of hosiery and undergarments. As I whirled round. A glimpse caught me, froze me before the windows of Pe
