“Yes, this one would be perfect,” Rosetta Canali says while admiring a sketch of a sleeveless gown with a built-in corset and a big bow at the back. “Could you make it in royal blue satin?”
“Blue satin would be great.” I nod and leap off the chaise lounge, practically snatching the paper out of her hand. “Okay. I have your measurements, so I’ll get started on this over the weekend.”
“Wonderful. I’m so excited, dear. You should seriously consider getting into the fashion industry.”
Yeah, sure. My dad would be thrilled to have his daughter work as a seamstress for women below her social standing. “I will. Um… Is Salvo here? I’d like to say hi.”
“Of course. He’s in the study. Let’s go and— Oh, there he is.” She waves toward the double doors that connect the salon with the library. “Salvo,
