Nino was obviously completely lost. Alya could tell, but she didn't have the time to explain everything to him. She was just grateful that Plagg understood. She needed someone else to know what was going on.
Nino followed behind as Alya sped down the hall to the room with the stage outfits. He was the only one here who knew how to sew, as far as Alya knew, and he needed to get to work.
She opened the door and looked around at all of the dresses and suits. She stood in awe for a moment before her eyes set upon a dress in the corner. She walked over to the beautiful creation.
The dress was made almost completely of gold, shimmering fabric. It had small red and purple accents and embellishments. There were swirling patterns sewn into the fabric that appeared to move and shift before her eyes. When Alya touched it, she was surprised to find that it was made of fabric that was soft and light. It was not thick and it flowed easily.
"This is the one," she said, "We need to use it, but we need to make some simple alterations."
Nino nodded and moved to gather the dress off of the mannequin it was on. As he took it off and began to fold it up to carry it, he noticed something odd.
"Alya, I am not comfortable making alterations to this dress," he said.
Alya sighed. "And why not?" she asked.
Nino didn't want to anger Alya, but he thought he must mention it.
"Well, this is an original creation by a designer," he said, "It is one of a kind. There will never be another dress like this one."
Alya rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"And what leads you to that conclusion?"
Nino swallowed. "Well, there is a signature in the stitching. Here, around the neck," he said.
Alya stepped closer.
"Who the heck is Agreste?"