"That sounds like a good idea, Tchelo. Just don't drop any more of my dresses on the floor, hmm?" She turned away from her nephew with a small grin to look at Stephanie gazing around her small shop.

"I doubt any of those are your style. Come. You'll do better than the dress form." Emanuela moved easily through her slightly crowded shop to a spot mostly free of clutter and brighter under a hanging lamp. She went to what she had been working on when the couple arrived. The material was a rich fabric than most everything else hanging on the racks.