"Hey, it's not a problem. When I told the Director that you did work just as well as any golly tailor and, at a lower price, he jumped at the chance. From what I hear, the main office is breathing down his neck, demanding he keep costs down. The fact that he didn't want to 'waste good money sending a human to a Galdor tailor' helped, too," Cecelia said, her lips curving in distaste, "If there are Galdori worse than him to work for, I pray I never end up working for one of them. I spend half my walk home every bloody night swearing up a storm and imagining ways to knock some sense into him."
"Ignatius is very particular about his clothes and he probably measured you up in a glance. The fact that he placed the order means he trusts that you can make something serviceable. I know that you'll impress both the Director and Ignatius, though I can tell you're nervous as all hell," Cecelia grinned. She hoped that her unrelenting positivity and faith in Juniper calmed him down some.
Cecelia smiled as Juniper quickly measured up Galiya. The girl was heading for a nap and Cecelia was glad that she had taken the time to feed her. The little girl was active and getting measurements would have been difficult if she hadn't been sleepy. "It's hard living in a city like this, with more gollies than people like us. If we were in Vienda, we could choose to focus on only other humans and wicks. But I like the challenge of living here, I think, even with the prejudice against me."
"Don't get me wrong. I still want to strangle my coworkers most days," Cecelia laughed. "I know they're never going to like me. But if they learn to respect my work, that's good enough. I hope that even the most racist golly can learn to respect good work, even if they think the person doing it is only slightly smarter than a golly child. I've seen your portfolio. I know you're good at what you do, just like I am. I have no doubt in my mind that we'll prove ourselves."
She waved her hand at Juniper's question. "The curtain's fine. I don't want you to lock the shop and lose any potential customers," she grinned widely, her dimples coming out. She picked Galiya up and took her to the fitting room, placing the sleeping child on one of the chairs there. The baby burbled in her sleep and Cecelia gently brushed her cheek. She gave Galiya her doll and smiled as her daughter instantly wrapped herself around it in her sleep.