“Sure. We can adjust it.”
“Good. Oh, and the sleeves—can they be longer? I don’t like my arms showing.”
Saturday came with athletic Ava, who had her own long list of requests.
“I need a high slit in the skirt so I can dance freely. And can you add some support in the chest area? I need extra structure.”
Each girl had very strong, different opinions.
“Can we make it flow more around the hips?” Chloe asked during her second fitting. “I look huge in anything tight there.”
“I don’t like how this color looks on me,” Lily complained during her third visit. “Are you sure we can’t try something else? Maybe blue?”
“This fabric feels cheap,” Ava said, rubbing the silk between her fingers. “It won’t look good in pictures.”
I smiled. “Of course. We can fix that.”
Meanwhile, Liam cried every two hours like clockwork. I fed him with one hand while pinning hems with the other. My back hurt from bending over the sewing machine until three in the morning most nights.
