"Turn around again for me," Celine says at last, her eyes narrowed and assessing as she makes a small circling motion with her fingers. "And when your back's to me, I want you to bend a little."
I do as she asks, feeling faintly ridiculous as I lean forwards.
But this was it.
The formal was just over a week away, and it was finally time to have my fashion student friend assess my handiwork properly. I had been so caught up in planning my photography project over the last fortnight that I had almost forgotten the last little changes I wanted to make to the dress.
"Okay," Celine says, standing and coming closer. "You've actually done a very good job. No one would know you made this yourself, unless they looked closely at that bottom hem. Luckily, it is not the hem they're going to be sta
