The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the window as Madame Helena meticulously took Suzy's measurements. Swathes of silks and satins lay draped across the chaise lounge, whispering promises of elegance and grandeur.
Finally, after a flurry of measuring and sketching, Madame Helena straightened up, a satisfied glint in her eyes. "There, Duchess," she said, her voice a purr of confidence. "I believe I have a good understanding of your vision. Tell me, do you have a particular color or style in mind for your ball gown?"
Suzy pondered for a moment, picturing herself amidst the whirling lights and festive ambience of the ball. "Something that reflects the spirit of the season," she mused aloud. "Perhaps a vibrant emerald green, with a touch of flowing elegance that allows for movement."