Though she had been a married woman for over thirty years now there was still a flutter of pleasure that was always ready to ripple through Ailsa’s body whenever she was complimented by another. Ewart was her soulmate, of course, but what woman didn’t enjoy flattery, and from such a lovely creature as the model, and who would be able to prevent themselves from flushing like a schoolgirl when eyed quite so appreciatively?!
Wait. Model?
Oh, what an idea!
“My secret is quite an open one. I design and make corsets – not like those terrible constricting things some ladies insist on forcing themselves into for the sake of society – but beautiful ones, for any figure, though I find once a woman feels she looks beautiful then she becomes it,” Ailsa babbled, her philosophy on beauty a well-trod topic for any that knew her. She looked Ester up and down again, delight on her face.
“I hope you don't mind me asking this, my dear, but how much would it be to hire you?”
The very thought of those proportions in one of her designs was glorious, and she could borrow a camera from someone and would soon have a proper catalogue which, as her oldest daughter had pointed out, would certainly help her sales. It was perfect!
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oh MJ mama likes ;)