A quick calculation in my head— fabric, beadwork, sewing, overhead, markup— and I estimated the gown would cost in the 18k range. “Nuts,” I muttered
Iwalked into the showroom at 10 a.m. and stopped short.
A woman clad in layers of fringed clothing was sitting on the bench in the far corner, a thick black braid falling over her shoulder, and was that a dot between her eyes?
Wait. Déjà vu. I knew this woman from somewhere. I scrunched my eyes, wracking my brain.
And then it came to me. Radada… Randana… Andana…
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