“Her name is Sheena something.” The loathing in his voice was thick. “She works for The Silangan Group. They ordered a Star Wars ensemble. But this… this woman, she suddenly wanted the red Amidala when all the while she was being fitted for the white and pink one. So last minute! I mean, what about that other girl who had been fitted for the red?” He sighed theatrically, arms flung up. “But she insisted. Called me names. In front of so many people.” It was almost a shriek. “She threatened to void the contract. As if!”
“What’s all this fuss about the color?” Joshua had joined them.
MAM turned to him as if he were something slimy. “You don’t know? Well, the red gown was used for the queen’s throne room scene. While the white and pink one was used in the victory parade.”
Joshua shook his h
