"What!?" Margaret loudly says, quickly shushing herself when she remembered how loud she was being. "Making an entire gown in 1 week is almost impossible, nevermind the expertise and materials needed!"
We sit on my bed, facing each other in silence for what seems like forever. I don't know how to reply, I mean, she's right, it is impossible! She must have felt sorry for me.
"well... I'm free during the morning tomorrow and late at night. It's more plausible for us to work on it together and finish...though-" cutting her off, I hug her whispering, "thank you."
Margaret turns to the heap of different materials on my bed, pawing through it. After a few minutes of quietly rummaging through the pile, she puts all of, in her opinion, most usable items. Including the ran over fabric from earlier, loose pearl beads, porcelain buttons, and small scraps of well made, but oddly shaped, light brown silk. Margaret puts all of the trash that we hadn't used into a nearby wooden chest. After this, she unlocks the same cabinet by her bed and pulls out a couple of scraps of discolored paper and a black fountain pen.
She looks back and forth quickly between her papers and the neatly laid out materials pausing for a few minutes and then scribbling furiously. After 15 minutes, she finally shows me the final product, looking quite proud of herself. I gasp.
The paper is filled with a sketch of a lady wearing a chocolate gown with silk accents, which closed down the back using an intricate lacing pattern, in the shape of a spider web which blended seamlessly with lace that blossomed out from the end of the garment and slightly wrapping around the front. And the bodice itself looked even more delicate; Making use of the pearls and porcelain buttons and swirls of embroidery. from the bodice down, there was an abundance of ruffles, frills, and bows. There was also a matching bonnet to complete the look.
As I gaze at the sketch, Margaret sheepishly looks away.
"It-it's beautiful, I don't even know what to say. why do I even want to help me?"
"well." Margaret continues, "I've always loved making art in the form of sewing." She looks away, longingly out our window. "However, presently, I'm stuck in an apprenticeship making next to nothing. I've even heard miss hall talking to the other shopowners that she will fire me soon and hire someone else so I won't get paid more. "
"she can't do that! it's-" Margaret stops me midsentence
"Emily, I don't know how it works in America, but here, miss hall can do anything she wants to us. She could fire both of us right now, and then the next day hire 2 more girls for only one penny per day. It's just how life is around here."
"then open your own boutique and treat everyone right," I say with passion
"It's still not that simple, I have no money, and even if I did save up enough we still would have no people, we need a noble patron to sponsor us." after finishing Margaret gets a devilish look in her eyes. She smirks, "So If we collaborate on this dress and show everyone at that party...It's very VERY likely that we will get at least some upper-crust lady to sponsor me. That's why I made this dress the way it is."
"so it's settled then, tomorrow when we are free we will start on the dress."
"deal," we shake hands. I get up and hide away the bundle of materials behind our dresser and fall into a sleep filled with dreams of our future plans
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Two figures sit down together, playing a game of chess in wispy oblivion. Cloaked in shadows...
"She has gotten farther than we had planned, Tabbris," It says in an inhuman voice.
"Indeed, Balthazar, let's hope nothing unexpected happens." He picks up a game piece.
"checkmate"
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Author's note: sorry for the short chapter. Currently, I'm dealing with AP testing. I hope you guys are okay with it.
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