Well, what had I thought? Of course I didn’t want her to tell anyone. It would cost me my job
I’d sewn hundreds of bridal gowns over the years, but never before had I felt this flutter of excitement on pickup day.
Olga and I stood back and admired the Dratler gown, which was hanging from the open door of Olga’s sewing room.
“A masterpiece,” Olga said sincerely. “You outdid yourself.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. “Spasibo. I could never have done it without you.”
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