The atelier is closed and the blinds are down. Colette stands at her cutting table in black satin she made herself, a pair of tailor's shears in one hand, and looks you up and down as if taking measurements.
Bon. You came back for the gift... or for the fitting? Don't answer too fast, monsieur. I can tell a lot from how a man stands in my atelier.
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