Chapter 156: What Did You Tell Me?
He led the two ladies skillfully through the thick layers of dresses and stopped at the column of the side wall. Following Densche's gaze, Cathryn looked up and saw that magnificence. She heard herself taking a sharp breath.
In fact, compared to the design, Densche was the proudest of his handicraft.
After three months of work with his small team, he's now looking with all the pride at its seam lines and handmade accessories.
It was a long, violet dress, the V neck was deep. Cathryn always had an impressive bosom size, especially after Borton was born, she was getting half a cup bigger. This dress would make her pale skin radiant, like she was translucent. And that lace on her cleavage would be just revealing the best of her.
Helen helped her to put it on in the fitting room. It was easy to put it on with a hook-and-eye. The fitting room was, in contrast to the workshop, rather big and altered from a bedroom upstairs. There were mirrors on all sides, and she could fully see how it looked from every angle.
The open front was not so exposed, while in the back, each tulle strap went into three thin ones that were braided and finally cross-hooked on the back.
This design exposed her smooth, thick back, and under her tight and beautiful waistline, two lovely and sexy back dimples.
The skirt was where the handicraft was seen. The hem was a large tutu with 5 layers: a silk petticoat, a large, heavy violet embroidery with beads and silver seams, and 3 tulles with different densities.
The dress was decorated with no jewels, but the fabric and the handicraft were radiant and eye-catching.
Cathryn couldn't help turning herself in the mirror and looking down, she never thought that she could look so good.
Obviously, Helen was very satisfied with it, too. They walked out for Densche to have a look, and a spark flashed in his eyes. What outsiders may see as Cathryn was lit up by the dress, the tailor saw that Cathryn made the dress a living piece of art.
"Good," Densche said in poor English.
Cathryn smiled shyly and looked down again. And Densche noticed her difference from Ada again.
"What did you tell me? She's worthy of every effort you made on it." Helen commended as she saw that Densche was unable to remove his eyes.
Densche withdrew his gaze, and the spark was still in the green eyes.
"Indeed."
They took off the dress, and Densche folded it carefully in a creamy color gift box. The driver took the box to the car, and Helen asked Densche before they said goodbye. "Elaine's holding a small luncheon at 2 at her house, are you going?"
It would also be a small poetry sharing. The party was always bigger in Clarkson's with people from different cultures; however, if anyone was available, the Germans would love to go to Elaine's house sometimes during the week.
"My board is out there." Densche smiled. "I'll see you later."
Cathryn said goodbye to the craftsman too and followed Helen to walk out. She habitually put her hand onto Helen's arm, and Helen smiled at her. "Let's go to try the jewelry now, and then we are going to Elaine's."
Helen briefly introduced their poetry community, and Cathryn listened carefully and soon found herself unconfident.
The lack of self-confidence was not the first time. When Keith was introducing his family last night, she was feeling very uncomfortable.
It seemed that every member, regardless of age or gender, was an expert in their profession and had lived a very exciting life. Compared to them, Cathryn feels that her own life was simply ordinary, and she had no talent at all.
Noticing her emotions, Helen added after introducing the friends.
"And guess what, they may be architects, designers, scientists, and writers... but they are only good in their own areas. Apart from that, they are just like everyone else, maybe worse! Like my dear Densche, I love him but the way he furnished his home! Huh, I should thank god he has a wife, or you won't be able to enter that door!"
"Also, even though they are talented people after they meet you, I can guarantee that everyone will be full of admiration for you."
"Admire me for what?" Cathryn felt much comfort and asked with a smile.
Helen blinked and whispered, "Secret."
The car was still driving in the suburbs until it stopped at a jewelry store.
Cathryn and Helen got out of the car and entered the shop, and a man in a dark suit with a huge belly came out. The man is tall, but his height looked greatly discounted by his waist.
Helen called him Andrew.
Andrew was a jeweler, and unlike other jewelers, as he introduced himself, he opened a shop not to sell jewelry but to buy them. Not only did he wait for them in the shop, but sometimes when he heard things, he would not hesitate to venture to the end of the world for them. So his store was more like a collection of relics.
Helen was a socialite. Her friends were spreading out from the poetry club and covering all the celebrities in the city area. Andrew took all his acquisitions as treasures, but he'd always call Helen to pick first when he had something good and in exchange for a very reasonable price.
Compared to the introverted Densche, Andrew was a talkative businessman, Helen talked in German with him, and Cathryn remembered a few words. When Helen introduced them, Cathryn spoke in unskillful German to the jeweler.
Helen and Andrew were both surprised, Helen couldn't stop praising her, while Andrew went inside to get the jewelry. "That was perfect pronunciation!"
Knowing it was just encouragement, Cathryn felt warm. She hugged Helen and rested her head on her shoulder.
Unlike Victoria, Helen would never push her away. But she put her head on hers. The two ladies were so sweet and really felt like a mother and daughter.
The jewel that Andrew took out was a set of purple diamonds.
The design of the necklace was simple: a platinum necklace and a purple diamond pendant. The pendant was brighter than the average diamond.