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"...do you prefer long sleeves, short sleeves or sleeveless? Will you like it to fit your shape or flare around you?" Her mother's designer whose name she couldn't even recall kept on bombarding her with questions.

"To be honest with you, I don't really care. I didn't want a specially designed dress anyways." Eva retaliated, exasperated by the whole thing.

"But your mother wants it so you better give me something, young lady!" The designer's tone was filled with irritation. "Unless you want me to use my own expertise."

"There! You're a great designer, I'm sure you'll be able to come up with something. Goodbye." Picking her handbag from the table, Eva stood up, ready to leave.

"I bet you also want me to use my own imagination to bring up your measurements." The designer opined sarcastically. "Get your ass over here girl. I'll take your measurements quickly so that you can go deal with whatever has got your panties all twisted up."

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