# Chapter 2: The Tailor’s Fitting
Colette felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as she stepped into the tailor’s shop, the bell above the door chiming softly as it swung shut behind her. It was a modest establishment, with dark wood paneling and a slight scent of fabric and thread wafting through the air. A small sign over the counter read, “Tailor’s Magic,” and below it, a cheerful motto: “Where Your Style Meets Our


