“Actually, Joyce, that’s interesting. Because a few months ago, Paige’s sewing was apparently good enough for you.”
Colin turned toward me.
“What?”
Joyce went rigid.
“Paige was thrilled.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I think it’s time.”
I looked at Colin.
“A few months ago, your mother came to our house with a dress she claimed cost four thousand dollars. One of the seams had split, and apparently, her usual tailor was unavailable.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Mom, you asked Paige to fix your dress?”
“She’s making a mountain out of a molehill!”
“Paige was thrilled,” I continued. “She thought Joyce was finally taking an interest in her sewing.”
I remembered how excited my daughter had been.
“She spent an entire afternoon repairing it. But while she was working, she noticed something strange. The designer label had been stitched over a cheap manufacturer’s tag.”
I raised an eyebrow.
