Walking into the closet, I collect all the spare pieces of fabric and lace that the thieves left behind. Then I carry it back into the other room.
By now, Bethany has pulled herself together enough to stand. She meets me beside the bed, where I drop all the fabrics down.
She saved me once before, sewing my dress up masterfully. I can only hope she’ll do the same again now.
“Can you do anything with this?” I ask her.
She comes through the fabrics, picking some up, then putting them back down.
“Maybe if I had enough time. But you need something right now. I don’t have a clue how I could…”
She picks up a bit of lace as she side-eyes the dress I’m currently wearing.
“Think of something?” I ask.
“A bolt of inspiration. You take that off, I need to find some real scissors.”
With that,
