If anyone here dates online i would be very surprised. It's like asking to be murdered. Displaying my location and pictures to strangers and then agreeing to meet them? Absolutely not.

Lis lifted one brow but splashed a business smile on her face “of course darling. Let’s see.” she commented grabbing her purse from one of the chairs near by. she found the small strips of tape turning to the girl “move your arms” she commented smile never leaving her face “Maybe you should investigate how your own garments are before you wear them.”

She used the opportunity to announce a second men’s collection by her brand, Pâquerette, for Spring-Summer 2022. The Spanish brand’s stocks have fallen almost 10% this year due to the designer’s connection to the French Royal family. Lisette continues to affirm the brand as of Spanish origins despite critics from both French defenders and otherwise. Lisette D’Orleans is known for refusing interviews and as refused comment on the matter once more. Her website description was updated on October 2021, amidst growing backlash to read “Pâquerette was established in 2012 by Lisette D’Orleans. At first a by order brand it had it’s first physical location in 2015 in Barcelona, Spain.”

“Nadya.” she repeats the name nodding “Lisette.” If she only get’s a name the french won’t bother with more. The implicit nature of this conversation is one that’s not uncommon. They all have an enlarged sense of self, and Lis is rarely the exception around these parts. It makes her skin crawl a little when she’s forced to face a mirror like this. She looks at the time on her phone at the question and then back at the red flashes. Yes, she gathers and sighs turning off her phone and shoving it into her bag. “Not a meeting. But I doubt I’ll be on time. Why do you have more important places to beat that in my lovely company stuck on an elevator?” she jokes. 

When the elevator stopped seconds after she got on she barely looked at the buttons clicking to her floor again. And again. Once more for good measure. A few times in rapid succession “come one” she mumbled. Nothing. The light flashed on top of the buttons. Red. Never good. “I think we’re between floors.” she answered with a sigh looking back at the other. “Hopefully just a quick fix.” She leaned against the doors. “Russian right? I’m sorry your name escapes me, but you all have very distinct features.” The contrast was very striking. 

“I do custom fittings sometimes. Who are they?” she asked taking a sip of her drink. She did custom clothing too but she had to actually like the person and be inspired by them so it didn’t happen often. “And it would depend on what it’s for.” If she was asked to draw a wedding dress again she would turn homicidal. “Custom pieces are actually incredibly fun to do but if you don’t have a good customer they can be actual hell. Working with an actual person in mind thought? Some of my best work” 

She loved her job she loved her job she loved her job, she mumbled the mantra to herself as she turned to look at the young girl with a half smile. “Sure.” and she could leave it at that and just turn around a leave. Be on her way, to her actual client, and not fixing other people clothes. But just as she was about to turn and do just that she sighed and turned back around. She couldn’t leave well enough alone. Walking to the princess side stepping her assistant and sanding behind the princess “Don’t ask them to cut length. It will look off. Ask them to raise the waist like this, and it will look much better at whatever length you want it to be. See” She said pulling the skirt so it folded an inch or so above the pre-made waist. She turned her head to the side studying the girl in the mirror, “And i would cut the halter higher here,” she mumbled drawing a line on the girl’s skin with her finger “but i don’t think that’s fixable in this case.”