The afternoon sunlight streamed into Suzy's spacious room, illuminating the organized clutter of dressmaking. Suzy stood patiently on a low wooden platform, holding a letter written on thick cream paper in Ryan's familiar handwriting. She was meant to be focusing on the final fitting for her gown for the upcoming orphanage jubilee, but her husband's words captivated her.
Madame Helena knelt at Suzy's feet, carefully pinning the hem of the gown. The dress itself was a lovely creation of soft, pastel colored silk, designed to be elegant yet appropriately modest for the occasion. Pins were held firmly between Madame Helena's lips as she worked with quiet concentration.
