I immediately knew from the sound alone that this was not an ordinary person arriving.
Some people entered spaces loudly. Others entered quietly but carried presence so naturally that the entire atmosphere adjusted around them.
When I opened the door, she was already standing there perfectly composed.
Tall. Elegant posture. Minimal makeup. Sharp cheekbones softened slightly by warm brown skin and observant eyes. Her outfit was structured cream linen with gold buttons and clean tailoring that looked expensive without trying too hard. Even her heels sounded organized against the floor.
A measuring tape rested around her neck like an accessory instead of a tool.
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Behind her stood an assistant balancing garment bags, sketchbooks, and neatly packed fabric cases.
Ms Lydia,” she greeted warmly. “I’m Ms Elma.”
Her voice matched her appearance. Calm. Controlled. Certain.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she added politely.
“Hopefully only good things,” I replied immediately..
A small smile touched her mouth.
“Mostly impressive things.”
I stepped aside.
“Please come in.”
And then I made the mistake of calling the twins.
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Which meant within ten seconds, two tiny humans appeared at full speed like they had been waiting behind the walls listening for her arrival. 1
Ava stopped first.
She looked Ms Elma up and down carefully like she was assessing whether this woman deserved creative authority over her birthday aesthetics.
Eli circled her once.
Actually circled her.
“Are you the fashion person?” he asked seriously.
Ms Elma nodded once without missing a beat.
“I am.”
Eli leaned slightly closer.
“Do you know we have opinions?”
“I am hoping so,” she replied smoothly.
I paused immediately.
Interesting answer.
Ava crossed her arms.
“I do not like itchy clothes.”
Ms Elma opened her notebook immediately.
“Noted.”
Eli pointed at himself.
“I do not like tight clothes.”
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