World of Tomorrow
As if suddenly wound again, Madame tucked the pencil into the sketchbook, handing it to the hovering Alice and advancing on Evelyn, her measuring tape at the ready.
“Heels together, shoulders back,” Madame Moreau physically positioned the compliant Evelyn with her hands, darting around her to measure her height. “Arms out to the side. I dressed Monsieur James fiancé. La plus belle fille.”
Pausing before Evelyn, Madame gazed off into the distance as if remembering, softly kissing the tip of one finger. Returning to her work, the dressmaker measured Evelyn’s reach, from the tip of her longest finger to the one on her opposite side. “Alice, how you say? décevant? Ummm, disappointing? When the w
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