Mia said to Selina after the eighth pin stuck her. She had no idea how ladies of quality enjoyed this. “Just stand still, Mia,” Selina said, shaking her head as she examined the rolls of material on the table. “Have you ever tried to stand still when someone is sticking pins in you?” “Yes.” Selina picked up a sapphire silk fabric and brought it over by Mia’s shoulder. “I think this will be perfect for the wedding.” “Sapphire is too dark for a wedding,” the dressmaker remarked. “I brought that for the ball.” Selina nodded. “You are correct. This will make a beautiful ball gown.” She walked back to the table and pulled a silvery fabric. “No,” Mia said. “That color will look dreadful on me.” “I doubt that.” Selina brought the color closer and laughed. “You win. That is not a good color on you.” How did they go from discussing herbs and medicinal treatments a few weeks ago to dress cuts and fabrics? Mia’s life had completely turned around in just over a fortnight and she was beginning to feel the strain of it all.
