What was it about this woman that felt so shadowy? Something niggled in my stomach.
This gown was it.
I lay in bed, restless, the image of Shevy in Tzirel’s gown overwhelming my mind.
There was no doubt in my heart. After all these years of intuiting when a kallah’s gown was hers, I knew with certainty that this was the gown Shevy would wear to her wedding.
It was no ordinary gown. I’d inspected it closely, analyzed the sewing work. Every detail was one hundred percent perfect. Whoever this seamstress was, she knew what she was doing. I couldn’t help wondering how much she’d charged the Dratlers.
And another thing I wondered: was Yocheved all that exclusive? If some private seamstress could accomplish something so spectacular, what made Yocheved’s gowns special? Could it be that the Lewin brand drove her price structure, and that Yocheved was ripping off her customers, charging way more than the gowns were worth?
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