Dressmaking II unprecedentedvictor
Olesya sat behind her main work table, her head leaning back against it as she got her breathing and mind back from her recent episode. It had come out of the blue, with no known trigger that she could remember. That scared her the most. Most of the triggers she knew about, but couldn't avoid, but this was different. A new development in her unstability.
Her head jerked forward, and her eyes popped open at the sound of the bells above her door. They told when ever someone entered and left her shop. No matter how innocent there purpose, they still shocked and at times scared her. Taking one last deep breath, she stood up and faced her client. "Johanna Mason, what are you doing here?" She asked, bemusedly.















