Measuring Myself Now...

I’ve tailored suits for senators, wedding dresses for celebrities, and gowns for women whose last names I won’t dare repeat.

But her?

She walked into my shop like a storm in heels — hair perfect, voice like velvet, and a strange antique necklace dangling from her fingers. She said she wanted a custom piece. Something... unforgettable.

While measuring her, she smirked and asked,

“Ever wonder what it’s like to design for yourself, from the other side?”

I scoffed. She laughed. Then handed me the necklace and told me to “try it on for inspiration.”

So I did.

And now I’m looking at my old grumpy face in the mirror — from hers.

And let me tell you something… designing a dress is very different when you’re the one in lace, heels, and garters, trying not to breathe too hard or smudge your lipstick.

I’ve got until midnight to finish her gown. My old self (now possessed by her, I think?) will be coming back for the final fitting. And if the seams aren’t flawless?

Let’s just say I don’t want to know what happens.

Time to sew... in silence and stilettos.