"Ouch" I yelled as the needle once again poked me. I glared at the old woman but she gave me an innocent look.
"I'm sorry. My eyes are not young anymore." She said in her Russian accent.
"It's okay." I replied. Chanel and I are at the house of a Russian dressmaker. She's been making dresses and suits for the royal family for ages. Pictures of past royal couples hung up on the wall. Every part of the dress on the past queens and princesses were exquisitely detailed, it was no wonder she was kept around for so long. I remember maids telling me how Cybil would throw anyone out if they screwed up even once. When I first walked in, she was tense and you could tell she was trying to impress me. Of course I told her not to worry and to take her time.
"If you don't mind me asking, where is Quee
