The same skirt you spun in and called ‘a dream.’
“If there’s anything specific you want adjusted, tell me, and I’ll fix it,” I said.
She sighed as if I’d just inconvenienced her.
She stepped off the stool and started easing the dress off like we were done.
As she folded it carefully into the garment bag, I cleared my throat.
“Okay,” I said, keeping my voice light. “So, when do you want to settle up? I can text you the total for fabric and labor.”
Sophie froze for a split second.
Then she zipped the bag and straightened as she’d just remembered something mildly annoying.
“Claire…” she said slowly. “Do we really need to do that?”
“Pay,” she said, giving a weird little laugh. “I mean, I’m not saying you didn’t work hard, but you’re my best friend.
And honestly, it’s not like it turned out perfect-perfect, you know?”
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