[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=MistyRose][center]Alice Lynche[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=MistyRose]Location[/color][/b] Her Cottage[/center]
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Alice slowly weaved through her small squad of mannequins, giving the boy a wink. They could be creepy to some, but for her. She had little doubt robbers had passed her flat by seeing the models wave about as she worked on some hem or other. Believing more people in the house than one little young lass like herself. Turning her attention back to the grandmother as she snagged two teacups from a small cupboard in her living room- a spare set of cups that matched the ware she was currently using. She set the cake on her coffee table, scattered with various fashion magazines and sketches of new ideas.

Sitting in a large and overly stuffed floral chair, she poured the tea into two other cups on two matching saucers. Perfect English tea. She had tried some of this American stuff and it just hadn't suited her well at all. [color=MistyRose]"Yes I do my own sewing. Part hobby, mostly career. I tailor a bit as well as design online fashion. A bit of everything."[/color] Her cheeks turned slightly pink with pride of her work. As she offered the woman one of the cups. [color=MistyRose]"I hope you don't mind. It's english tea from my home, if it tastes a bit strange to you. I'm rather fond of the drink."[/color] She offered over a open tin of biscuts. Large cookies with sugar, some with nuts and those could be clearly told from the rest. Others had a tad of chocolate in them.