You think I would take a wild lily and trim it to appear an English rose? You shall meet the ton as a bright Italian star.”Callie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Capital. Shall we choose some fabrics?”The words sent the cluster of women around them into a flurry, rolling out yards of muslins and satins, jaconet and crepe, velvet and gros de Naples in every imaginable color and pattern.”Which do you like?” Callie asked.Juliana turned her attention to the pile of fabrics, a bemused smile on her face. Mariana approached and locked their arms together. Leaning close, she said, “I adore that mulberry crepe. It would go beautifully with your hair.” Turning to Callie she said, “And you, sister?”Callie cocked her head in the direction of a willow green satin, and said, “If you don’t leave here with an evening dress in satin, I shall be very disappointed.”Juliana laughed. “Well, then I shall have to have it! And I do like that rose muslin.”Madame Hebert lifted the bolt and passed it to a seamstress. “Excellent choice, signorina. May I suggest the gold satin as well? For evening, of course.