It's Only Fair

"So? How do you like this fabric, Mrs. Bennett?"

Nadine stood next to the open door of Amelie's walk-in closet, holding a small silk-covered pillow that looked like a hedgehog with all the tiny pins sticking out of it. 

It didn't take Miss Hills to create several sample dresses made of different fabrics in different shades of white, and today was the day Amelie had to choose which one would be the final candidate to go as the base of her stunning wedding dress. 

"I don't think it flows well with my body," Amelie shouted from the changing spot, "I would like to try the other one now."

"Of course! Take your time."

Nadine walked up to one of the mannequins she brought with her and started inserting more pins into the fabric samples wrapped around it when a sudden knock on the bedroom door interrupted her work. 

"Come in!"

"Oh, Miss Hills, I am glad I caught you before you left!"