“If we mess up with this lace,” Yocheved went on, “you know what a loss that will be. You don’t want that to come off your pay, do you?”
A waste of time. I’d warned Chesky. What did he think? I’d convince the Gordons to follow the takanos? Why should they?
Ugh. I wanted to stuff the words back in. This was Shevy’s time, why did I go and ruin it for her?
To do a bridal gown on my own, not as a paid worker — it was a dream. But… but. My job. Yocheved. She was my boss, and this was her design
I doubted Yocheved even knew that fresh flowers went against the takanos deal. I never shared the nitty-gritty takanos details with her. I avoided takanos conversation with her in general
Shevy twisted the bag around her finger and inhaled. “I’m not dumb. I know something’s wrong. You’re hiding something about the Engels. What is it? Tell me, I can handle it”
