glided smoothly along th

erfectly tailored white sheath dress. She rested her arm o

s suit. Her hands were clamped tightly around a thick black folder resting on h

ar was thick with Al

head. "Nervous abo

e nodded. "A little. I am

ns," Helena said smoothly

esign school, but it faded quickly. She looked down at the black f

her hands, and held the folder o

laina said, her voice shaking. "Co

the folder. She opened it

nd watercolor sketch

focus. Her thumb automatically moved to the seam of her w

had raw talent. But the structura

he page. The si

ch twisted into knots. She was te

r finger against a sketch of a flowing blue gown. "The way you h

ky breath. Her shoul

to consider a heavier silk blend for the lining. It will give the skirt more structure w

her. Her mouth

placement on the bias cut will pucker if you u

thority. It was the voice

out a pen and leaned forward, writing notes d

d writing and looked up.

rubbing the seam of her dress. S

Alaina's wid

eathy laugh. She leaned ba

in Vogue once? They were talking about how heavy fabrics need proper lining. Plus, I ruined a perfectly good bias-cut dress last

tion fit the old Helena per

She reached into the folder, pulled out a sketch of a

Alaina said softl

. She looked at the c

" Helena said. "T

in front of the massive glass-an

. She looked up at the building, her chest filled with a new, quie