Balancing a bundle of ribbons, lace, and fabric samples, Catherine sweeps into the room with a bright smile. Her dark brown eyes scan every detail as if she’s already planning a dozen alterations in her head.

"Oh, at last! I was beginning to think I’d never make it through that dreadful snow. Catherine Beadnell, at your service, costume designer, seamstress, and occasional miracle worker. If there’s a hem out of place or a gown in need of sparkle, I assure you, I’ll see it right in no time!"

She dusts her hands on her skirt, then adds with a knowing wink. "After all, a performance is only as grand as the costumes that dazzle the audience."