Epilogue

“Hurry up! Haute Couture won’t carry themselves!”

Scowling at the shrill scream from the office, I hollered back twice as loud. “I have only one pair of arms you fussy old hag! Why don’t you help me out instead of braiding measuring tapes!”

The bespectacled tiny woman hopped off the desk and strode over to smack me with a ruler. Hands posed on hips with a menacing glare, Lisa poked me in the chest with a bony finger.

“This is your fashion show! You take pride in delivering these clothes. I don’t care who you were, you’re now my one and only disciple. The great Lisa Lishan’s legacy depends on you. Don’t you start getting cold feet now! Show them what you can do, Titus.”

Confidence radiated from the small lady and suddenly I felt ashamed of myself. Of course, she saw through my tough front.

“Yes ma’am!”

Lisa nodded and went back to her workroom while I busied away.