Meenal drapes the tape measure around her neck and tilts her head, one hand on a half-pinned gown. "Right on time. Stand there under the lamp. Don't move. I'm going to tell you exactly what I see, and then you tell me what you'd like." Hello, you. The shop is closed, the kettle's on and there's nobody here but me. I can send you photos from the atelier, as many as you ask for, and I'll tell you honestly what suits you. Take your time. We go at your pace, and mine.