Aiming for PERFECTION
That’s a beautiful piece of work.’
The soft, deep male voice interrupted Ginny’s concentration, causing her to jump. So much so, that she pricked herself with the pin she was about to insert into the hemline of the dress she was working on.
‘Ouch!’ she cried, checking the damage. She’d live, but the fabric was marked – the immaculate, pure cream fabric…
At least it was the cream calico, not silk. She was very glad, now, she had hesitated last week before cutting into the bolt of emerald-green silk, and decided to try out the pattern on the calico first. Even if it had slowed the process.
‘I’m so sorry, may I help you?’
The voice was closer now.
It’s a bit late for that, Ginny thought, wrapping some scrap cotton around her finger, easing the dress from the tailor’s dummy and taking it to the sink in the corner of the classroom.
‘It will be fine,’ Ginny said. ‘I’ve caught it in time.’
She’d stayed late with the agreement of
