“Libby, you know them. They’re unwavering. They don’t change and they don’t accept change. What’s the use?”
OF course, Faigy Meyers was her very first customer.
“I’m actually not handling,” was all Faigy said for the first ten minutes as she made the rounds throughout the showroom.
Libby beamed. She’d put so much into this, and now she felt as proud as a new mom cradling her first.
Perched at her pretty white desk, she pretended to tap away on a laptop, but really, she was spying on Faigy, who was leaping around the room gleefully, rubbing fabrics between her fingers, checking linings, and poring over the size chart.
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