"Oh—this is also lovely! I like the buttons… and this too! The zip is unique!" Isadora exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she leaned closer to the open catalog, pointing at another page like a child discovering treasure.
The two assistants standing beside her froze mid-scribble. Their pens hovered above their notepads, eyes darting toward each other in confusion. The polite smiles that had been plastered on their faces began to twitch.
"Buttons… and a zip?" one of them whispered under her breath.
"Together?" mouthed the other, unsure whether to actually write it down or pretend she hadn't heard it.
But Isadora was far too absorbed in her own imaginings to notice the tension. Her fingers traced the glossy page with absent fascination as she murmured, "Imagine if this train were longer, but with the lace from page twelve… and those tiny crystals from here…"
