Ch. 236: Extra Virgin Olive Oil

"I think this area will need to be a bit looser," I admit as each breath brings an uncomfortable tightness. In the three fold mirror I recently had customized for my vanity room, I resemble a pincushion, draped in a half-made outfit full of pins and loose threads. In the left one, Marie is frowning, perturbed as she has been often of late. In the right, the divorced Lady Arabella Westmont is staring, not at me, but through me as she is clearly lost in thought. And smack dab in the center is your truly as I tug at the tight chest area of this stunning work in progress in a resplendent gold color.

In a world without ready-to-wear, mass produced clothing, fittings are a constant necessity. But this time around, I'm looking to create the perfect dress for a particular event. After all, the sister of the future groom, should also have some say in who gets to say 'I do'.