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- Herausgeber: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
-a Where Dreams romance story- Kari Jones’ dreams to be the next great fashion designer elude her. Lead fabricator for the next great designer works for her, mostly. When asked to collaborate on a new teen line, Kari’s dreams start coming true. Richard Nyberg’s knowledge of women’s fashion is limited to lighting them on the opera stage. Since his wife left, he struggles to raise his daughter himself. When she becomes a model for the new teen line, he encounters far more than he bargained for. Their tattered dreams can only be reborn Where Dreams Are Sewn.
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Where Dreams Are Sewn
a Seattle romance
M. L. Buchman
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Chapter 1
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“The woman is a demon,” Clem agreed with her. Anna, Kristin, and Mitchell leaned in to look over their shoulders.
Kari Jones flipped up the hem of the dress to inspect the lie of the fabric. “Look at this seam work.”
“Beyond demon,” Anna agreed over Mitchell’s low groan.
“Am not a demon!” Perrin stood at the entry to the sewing room. Her designs were always immaculate and technically a challenge, but this one took it to a whole new level.
“Then what are you?” Kari wanted to grow up to be like Perrin. Too bad it was never going to happen. That Kari was three days older than her boss was the least of the problems. She had learned the skills and could pattern and sew as well as her boss, perhaps even better, but the talent and vision that had struck down like a lightning bolt and launched Perrin into the fashion design firmament had somehow bypassed Kari.
Her own designs looked…serviceable.
Perrin’s designs had walked runways and were splashed across major magazines.
When she took the job almost a year ago, Kari had hoped that some “designer magic” might rub off Perrin and onto her, but it hadn’t happened so far. However, the amount she’d learned about construction was huge.
“How did you even do this?” Clem was still inspecting the dress. Kari could see the secrets and looked to be the only one of the four sewers who had.
“I’m a demoness!” Perrin did a football end-zone style dance around the dress form.
Kari snorted, “That’s for damn sure. A very pregnant one.”
Perrin rubbed her belly and smiled. She wasn’t due for another couple months, but the blond was already spectacularly round-bellied rather than her normal waif-slender self. Another reason Kari would never grow up to be Perrin; Kari was already six inches taller and far more curved—well, than Perrin’s normal shape. Her non-descript dark hair curled to her shoulders instead of being a golden bob.
Still, she wished she could grow up to be Perrin someday.
Perrin continued a cha-cha toward the doorway of the room where the five sewers worked to reproduce Perrin’s designs in necessary sizes for the shop and custom orders. The others continued deconstructing the new dress, learning from Perrin’s prototype. Anna was a wizard with pattern-making and Clem was almost as good a seamstress as Kari was. They’d figure it out. Kristin and Mitchell were so fast that, once a design was understood, they could reproduce it as many times as necessary.
Perrin tipped her head for Kari to join her in the main design studio.
Kari loved this space. Folded fabrics shimmered along three walls, peeking out of floor-to-ceiling cubby holes abundant with color and texture. To the right a doorway into the storefront cut through the shelving and to the left a bank of high windows let in the Seattle sunshine, which today was of the typically autumn gray-and-wet variety. Down the center was a sprawling cutting table and another pair of sewing machines below the windows. Design heaven.
Tamara, Perrin’s step-daughter, sat at the cutting table amidst a sea of fabrics. Even though they weren’t related by blood, it was easy to see that the bolt of brilliance had landed on the fifteen-year-old’s head as well. Tammy was piecing together a teen clothing line and it was some of the coolest work Kari had ever seen. With Tammy’s work, she didn’t feel envy; she felt awe.
Perrin perched carefully on a stool and Kari sat down facing her. Tammy looked up at her for a moment from across the table, but then returned her attention to the fabrics as if embarrassed; not even looking up long enough to offer a hello. Tammy Cullen was usually as effusive as her adoptive mother. And Kari had thought she was really close with the girl…but not at the moment.
Kari’s nerves suddenly roared awake.
She turned her attention to Perrin and saw the worry there.
Kari couldn’t imagine that she was about to be fired. Perrin’s Glorious Garb needed to be adding more people, not cutting them. And she’d finally come to terms with not being Perrin…mostly.
But Perrin’s worried look didn’t go away. Not a good thing; she and Perrin tended to buoy each other up. The CEO could always calm them down, but Melanie was in Paris on her honeymoon.
“I—” they both started on the same breath.
Kari nodded for Perrin to speak first, and then had to wait her out.
“I,” Perrin finally began again, “need you to do me a favor.”
“Sure,” Kari said in her most even voice. It didn’t sound like she was being fired.
“Tammy’s getting overwhelmed. Would you be willing to take over as the head fabricator for her line?” Perrin spoke in a mad rush. “I know she’s just fifteen and you’d rather be a designer but I want her to have the best and she’s good on a machine but you’re way better and you can do fitting even better than I can and I can’t think of anyone that would be more fantastic or that we’d both trust more and—”
“Oh god, yes!” Kari managed to cut in on the runaway freight train of Perrin’s words. Fifty percent relief and a hundred percent excitement.
“—because it’s my daughter’s line and I want it to be perfect and you could do that and…really?”
