"I have an event on Friday night, Marisol - what have you got?" Emma Jean drops on the chaise lounge in the dressmaker's shop, and blows her cinnamon brown hair out of her blue eyes with her bottom lip. Marisol smiles. "I've got just the thing, Miss Emma, just the thing!" After disappearing behind a door, Marisol returns with a sparkling purple and silver frock and a beaming smile. As Emma Jean slides the dress over her hips,she can tell already that this is the one. Looking in the mirror, she is pleased by the sultry shimmer of the sequin trim, alluring silhouette and charming beads and gauntlets. "Mr. Randolph chose this one, Miss Emma."