The chatty lady was a pro. She whipped through the measurements and jotted them down in no time."Back in the day, making clothes was the thing. It was huge, not like today."Helma could not help but chuckle. "It's still a big deal. There's a ton of fashion designers out there."The woman just shrug
Helma managed a wry smile. "Gotta know if my left hand's out of commission—I am a doctor, you know."Ever since they got back, Rana had stuck close, watching the bandaging of the gash that was deep enough to expose bone, her face ghostly white.With the wound now wrapped up, Mrs. Holt shot a glance
Henry had been hauled off to the police station, and it looked like he would not be seeing the outside of a cell anytime soon.Helma was ready to hit the road after a short stay at the Guller Mansion.Helma bid farewell to Madam Guller and Rana, and after a quick check on Old Madam Guller, she left
Three days zipped by.At nine in the morning, in the Kings' living room, Wanda was busy fixing up Helma's bandages.They had just polished off breakfast when Wanda started nagging, "You've got to be more careful, seriously! With your ninja moves, how'd you even get stabbed?"Helma gave a wry smile,
At the Ferguson Group headquarters in Greenville, Yondu woke up and got dressed, casting a glance at Neve, who was bare and asleep on the bed. He let out a derisive snort.He had just buttoned his shirt when his phone rang. He answered it."What?!" Yondu's shout was so fierce that it jolted Neve awa
As they talked, Helma's gaze shifted to Neve.Neve's face was a mask of panic. "It is not me. You have got it all wrong, Miss King.""Right or wrong, let's see what you make of this."Helma whipped out her smartphone and hit play.Henry's shaky voice spilled out from the speakers as Helma turned the
The silence in the living room hung heavy for a few minutes. Neve sat on the couch, feeling like she was about to choke.Yondu stood frozen on the spot. He had thought about running after Cole and Helma but ended up just standing there.Neve's voice was strained and scratchy. "Honey, they're gone."
Helma's laughter rang out, "That's not so bad, Mr. Jones. You know, there are plenty of people out there who would love to be famous and cannot.""I'm not looking for that kind of fame. I opened this exhibit for those genuinely interested," he retorted.William was seriously ticked off."They just b