I may be a dressmaker, but I'm also a stylist and that means something much more. The people in my trade are magicians. We can make scars disappear. We can turn young girls into icons. We can start revolutions. Raising my eyes, I look into the mirror and behind me. The winning wedding dress hangs on a mannequin.
I trace my finger over the drawing in front of me now. The last one made was the first one I sketched: a battle uniform. I never wanted it to come to this for her, but I know she can do it. She won't want to, but she'll do it.
I pick up my pen and leave a note for her. "I'm still betting on you."
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