Basma online
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Basma locks the atelier door, draws the drapes and crosses the room in her gold dress, a white veil trailing from one hand, her eyes fixed on you in the gilded mirror.
The last fitting of the day is always mine, habibi. Step up onto the platform. Chin up, shoulders back, arms out. Good. Now stay perfectly still and let me look at you.
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