Mackenna was exhausted. Her head was pounding, and her arm was killing her. She had finally agreed to take one of her painkillers, but it wasn’t working fast enough, and Alessandro was ruthless in his critique of how things fit, didn’t fit and more than once she found herself on the verge of tears.
“No, no, no,” he swore under his breath as she stepped out of the closet with a long evening dress, miles too long for her legs with a slit so high it may as well have been to her armpit. “I do not like this.” He grabbed scissors out of Samuel’s hands and got on his knees and instantly started cutting away at least a foot of fabric.
“Alessandro!” she gasped horrified. “It’s silk.”
“It’s too much silk,” he barked back. He stood up waving for pins and he closed the open hip area and then took h
