“You’re joking!”
“Nope, so get sewing. I’ve got to go find cool stuff for the store. I need to head to that flea market again, and I heard there’s one in Detroit, too, that I need to check out, the Eastern Market, and then I need to see if Cole can drive me to another place in Toledo that’s not too far.”
Siena was going a mile a minute again.
She was making plans.
Siena had hope. She had excitement. She’d bounced back from a bad day.
Ah, to be so young.
Siena was off to make calls. Viv sat back at her sewing machine. She touched the fabric of the current creation.
Kaftans? Who knew?
ChapterSeventeen
Siena 2006
The model stood still, like a statue. Siena looked up at her in awe. She was like a princess. She was Belle or Ariel!
Her mother swirled pretty fabric around. Momma’s two assistants pinned things together. The two took her mother’s directions.
“Shorter here, no, a little looser at the shoulder, like this.” Momma leaned in and adjusted the fabric.
“Momma, can I get a snack?”
Momma never ignored her or scolded her when she asked questions. She learned about colors and bias cuts and darts and just all sorts of things. All she ever had to do was ask.
Momma turned to look at her and then came over and kneeled down.
“I know this has lasted longer than I thought it would. Daddy’s still at the office and said he’ll bring home some pizza. Does that sound good?”
“Yes, but I am still hungry now.”
“Why don’t you go over to your drawing table. I have a little treat for you in the drawer. If you draw a little, I promise I’ll be done, and it will be pizza in no time!”
“Okay.”
Siena had her own little worktable in Momma’s studio. She sat on the stool and opened the drawer. Inside was a packet of fruit snacks. Yay! She ripped open the packet and plopped the red one in her mouth. Red first. It was the best flavor.
There were also new pencils.
Siena took the colored pencils and began to do her own sketching. Sort of like Momma, but not of dresses or models. Siena liked to draw pictures of the rooms she was in.
Siena did her best to draw what she saw in the office.
But she decided the walls were too boring, so she drew a picture on the wall. A picture on the picture! This idea made her laugh. She drew some flowers into the empty corner. And before she knew it, her paper was filled with color.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Momma came over.
“All done with work. Daddy called, pizza on the way!”
“Good, I’m still hungry,” Siena said.
Her mother paused and looked at the drawing.
“Siena, this is the studio?”
