𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 - Threads of Deception

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After a few minutes, [Name] sighs while rubbing her neck. Abigail appears at the door frame, which leads to the backroom.

"You took her as your client? Why? You usually never do such thing."

The [hair-colour] haired woman just softly shakes her head with a teasing expression on her face. "Oh, Abi~, Abigail~, I knew you would ask that! Yet, I can't tell you just now, but I just had this distinctive feeling that helping her would open a few paths for you and me~." Her eyes mystically glisten in the pale moonlight.

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ACT 1

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CHAPTER 2: THE BALL PT. 1

"[Name]! [Name]! It is already 7:46! Yet, you still haven't started sewing the dress back together! You will never make it in time!", the strawberry blonde woman barged through the office door, clearly out of breath.

When Abigail arrived at the shop, she already had suspicions about the job her boss still had to complete. Yet, seeing how her superior is just casually lounging around in her office, makes her head dizzy. As soon as Miss Moody saw [Name] stretched out on her table while consuming a drink from her porcelain cup, she realised that her boss didn't have any plans to start work soon.

This turned her mood sour, she immediately became agitated and began to whine about how 'we as adults should be responsible and manageable'.

With multiple tasks for her to complete before they open the business for the day, the young tailor merely hushes her out of the office.

Now it is precisely 7:53 and the young blonde noble should be coming soon to get the fixed dress. The only problem is that [Name] just started fixing the hole in fabric, which usually takes a few hours, based on how big it is. Which means, [Name] won't be finished fixing the dress anytime soon.

So when a knock and bell came from the entrance door, Abigail flipped out. "Oh, my heavens! Whatever shall we do!? This is not good for business, not good at a -"

"Shut up and open the door, Abi."

Miss Moody looks slowly back towards the tailor and notices a heavy glare directed at her. She slowly gulps and heads towards the front door.

"O-Oh, Miss Midford! Please come in! I assume you are here for your dress?... Well, you see-"before the brown-eyed woman could continue, Lissie's eyes shimmered with delight and her loud voice echoed through the foyer.

"My dress! Is this my dress? It looks amazing!", her green eyes sparkle while looking at the garment the young tailor is holding. As soon as Abigail hears the young lady's words, she slowly turns around. In front of her stands [Lastname] holding a dress. The dress she hasn't even touched 2 minutes ago.

"H-How...", the strawberry-blonde woman mutters in shock, while the noble lady clasps her hands in admiration.

"I knew you could do it, Miss! There is no denying it, this dress is even better than it was before!"

The basic light blue dress with a few scattered ruffles and bows was no longer there; instead, a light blue dress with off-the-shoulder juliet sleeves, white bows and ruffles, and a bustle skirt that gives the back fullness and the front flatness sways in front of them. The blond noble should look richer thanks to the silver embellishments that hang from the bows on the frock.