Order must still be out back

Petra's smile turned into a frown, "I'm sorry it appears we must be in the process of making it still?"

"Making it? Don't you just sell dresses?" asked John.

"Oh no! We make every dress custom to the customer's specifications," she said touching her hand to her chest. "It's my personal duty to tailor each and every dress by myself."

John just stared unsure how to respond.

Noticing this Petra spoke up, "I can take you to the sewing room, perhaps we can find it together."

John nods.

"Good," said Petra, "Make sure to follow my lead, I don't want you to accidentally fall into one of the machines."

"Yeah. don't want to hurt myself," said John.

"No, we don't want you to damage the machine."

Petra opened up the door to a backroom where there were aisles of fabric similar to those seen in a Jo-ann's Fabrics. Against the walls were sewing machines and other machines that John couldn't even figure out what they might be.

"Jacqueline!" Petra called out.

A college aged woman in a floral dress and black blazer came running up. "Yes, mistress," she said sweetly.

"Could you please find me a spare bridesmaid dress?"

"Anything in particular?" asked the employee. Petra eyed John up and down.

"We might have to discuss this in private. Please stay here, dear."

With that Petra and Jacqueline left to the far corner of the room where their voices wouldn't be overheard. John began to look around.