A murmur spread through the room.
“It was one little seam!” Joyce protested.
“And Paige fixed it?” Colin asked.
“Well, yes, but that’s not the point!”
I raised an eyebrow.
She came back.
“Oh, we’re just getting to the point.”
Joyce looked ready to swallow her own tongue.
“Three days later, she came back with an envelope full of designer labels. She wanted Paige to sew them into several ordinary dresses and jackets.”
Colin stared at his mother.
She scoffed.
“You seriously asked her to do that?”
She scoffed. “That’s a complete exaggeration!”
“Really? Because you told me Paige should be grateful for the opportunity to work with luxurious clothing.”
“Well, she should have been!”
“Except the clothing wasn’t luxurious, Joyce. That was literally the problem.”
Paige finally spoke.
A few guests snickered.
Paige finally spoke.
“I remember that dress. The stitching was so bad I had to redo half the seam.”
