“Mr. Matrone, welcome to Bahir’s Boutique. Oh,” the statuesque woman with brown eyes bigger than what suited her face, looked at Delfina, “and you must be Delfina. Carma told me all about you. She was very specific in her wants for you.”
“My sister can be demanding Bahir,” Furio interrupted as the woman started to pull Delfina away, “however please make sure Delfina looks classy.”
“Mr. Matrone, I have never designed a gown which is not classy.”
“Really? I seem to recall a specific starlet on the carpet of the Grammy awards citing you as the designer seconds before she suffered a double nip slip. I know this because Carma talked about it for months.”
Bahir grunted, “it wasn’t my fault. I told the woman the dress was meant to have more. Her breasts were too big for the tiny little slips
