Silk Dresses Phillipa took another pin from her mouth and tacked up the hem of the gray silk construct on Miss Yuzu, peering up at the stoney face above her. Some women preferred seamstresses who made small talk as they pinned hems and took measurements. Phillipa had long since learned not to attempt conversation with others outside of details pertaining to color and style. Typically, she could easily determine which type of patron she was dealing with. Miss Yuzu, however, puzzled her. "You are very fond of this gray," she ventured. This seemed like a neutral thing to say; the more reserved ladies would still think it a comment fully within her
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