"How is the dress coming along?" Celine asks over breakfast one Wednesday morning. "The formal is under a month away now, and I’m dying to see it."
"No, no. She needs to focus on the fair today," Jen says, pointing her knife towards Celine in mock warning. "Do not distract her."
Celine laughs and holds up her hands in surrender.
"I’m definitely not about to make a career out of dressmaking, do not worry yourself," I tell Celine. "But it’s nearly there. I think I need to line it, and I’m toying with adding some boning through the front. But I am not sure."
"Ooh, boning?" Celine says, instantly interested. "Are you on patrol tomorrow night? I could come by and help."
Jen shakes her head before I can answer.
"She is on patrol and we have agreed that she’s not due back until at least ele
