Cinderella's Dress by Shonna Slayton

Author:Shonna Slayton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: WWII, Cinderella, mystery, coming of age, romance, young adult
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-three

Feeling rightly rebuked, Kate fled the room. Fifteen minutes later, she was making another trip down to the workroom and bracing herself for a confrontation with Mr. G. Although, after the silence she experienced with Johnny, she welcomed a confrontation.

She tapped lightly on Mr. G’s office door. He was sitting at his desk, gripping his hair with both hands. It was the first time Kate had ever seen someone look like he was literally ripping his hair out.

He glanced up with a sour expression.

Kate squeezed her hands together as she announced in a tentative voice, “Miss Lassiter wants to change the dresses.”

“Of course she does.” He waved his hands for her to wheel in the cart.

Kate positioned the rack to the side of his design table. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“I’ve got to get these preliminary sketches out to Staples & Smith today, and our couriers are all busy. I can’t do it because, ouch.” He groaned, holding his hand to his mouth. “This toothache is killing me. I need to get to my dentist.”

“I could be the courier. Miss Lassiter lets me run packages out to my uncle for Alterations.”

He squinted through the pain. “Fine. But do not, do not lose these papers. Cece is doing a huge favor for me. I’m going to owe her all my business and my first child after this.”

“Was she the one who was making the circus props for you?” What a thrill. Kate might even get to meet her.

He nodded and tucked the papers into an envelope before handing her a wad of cash. “Take a cab. No sketch of mine is riding a bus.” He held up a finger. “One moment. I’ve got the icing on the cake.” He reached into his desk and pulled out a photograph of a dark-haired woman, her hair swept up in a regal chignon. She stood next to a stone pillar on a bridge and was gazing to the left of the cameraman. She had a look of whimsy about her, maybe from the smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I took this picture before the war, on a trip to Europe. She will be our Cinderella. Tell Cece.”

So, instead of lunch at the Automat with Johnny, Kate shared a cheese and jam sandwich with her mother in the back of a cab during the short trip to the studio. When Mrs. Allen found out where Kate was making a delivery, she had insisted upon coming.

“Not in that part of town, you don’t.”

“It’s not that far away.”

“By the warehouses. I’m going with you.”

Kate wadded up the wax paper and wiped her mouth with her handkerchief. It would never do to have a spot of jam on her lips when she met Cecilia Staples.

“What was that I saw in your locker when you were getting your purse?” asked her mother.

Kate’s face flushed. “Oh, it’s something Adalbert wanted me to hold on to for him. He was supposed to have space at a workstation, but someone took it over.

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