𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 - Threads of Deception

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ACT 1

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CHAPTER 1: COMMON UNPLEASANTRIES

" I don't like how it looks! I find the colour, the pattern and the ruffles quite unappealing to the eye!", the young noble speaks, leaving her manners at the sidelines, which are now watching the scenario unfold.

"Mrs Viscountess Alardice, I do hear your concerns and insights about the cloth I specifically tailored only for your Lady Victory."

"However, one cannot help but be perplexed by your continual defiance of the fundamental notion of style. It feels like the fashion muses themselves have abandoned you, leaving you to fend for yourself in the fashion wilderness without a map or compass."

The blonde noble gasps in shock, hearing the words her tailor spits with utmost confidence and politeness. Mrs Alardice Celeste looks at her maid for help, yet finds her giggling behind her hand. As Celeste turns to her tailor again, the discussion begins once again.

"The only thing more frightening than your preference for such ominous attire is how daringly you wear it.", [Lastname] mockingly furrows her eyebrows while pointing at the dress Celeste is wearing.

"You could speculate that it is a wonderful mercy that animals do not have the ability to laugh, in case your presence causes our four-legged friends to laugh uncontrollably."

The young noble stands frozen in front of her tailor. She is unable to respond to anything since she found herself in this unsafe-able situation.

The young tailor smiles politely as if trying to salvage the damage she has already caused.

"I apologize for my inadequate outburst, but I just have to say, that you, Lady Victory, provided me with very specific instructions on how to make your garment. Please pardon my casual remarks, but if the design was already created by you, then what is there to adjust to suit your preferences?"

[Name] smiles innocently towards the Viscountess. The noble's face is pale with widened eyes, yet suddenly something flashes in Celeste's brown eyes as soon as she gazes into the ones of her tailor. Then the blonde noble giggles.

"You are certainly proper, Lady [Lastname]. I sincerely apologize for my outburst. I intend to purchase the dress you made me instantaneously!"

"Smart choice, Celeste.", the young woman speaks, smiling charmingly at the noble in front of her. Mrs Alardice gazes dreamingly at [Name] while handing her the needed money.

As soon as the purchase was made, the Viscountess Alardice Celeste left the store with a roaring blush on her face. Her maid shuffles after her, holding the box in which the garment lays.

"I just don't get how you do this, [Name]", a strawberry blonde woman leans on the rosewood door frame, inspecting the [hair-colour] haired woman standing a few metres away from her.

The tailor smiles and slowly spins around to face her assistant.

"Indeed you don't and you never could! Because if we were at a lavish ball, you, my dearest, would be dressed as a court jester, while I, in my magnificent couture, float through the crowd like a sovereign swan among a mass of apathetic geese, while saying and doing as I please.", [Name] smiles teasingly at the woman.

Abigail Moody is the assistant of [Name] [Lastname].

While [Name] runs the tailor shop, makes the designs, sews the clothes and makes accessories, Abigail handles the income and outcome of the store.