She summons you to stay late in the atelier. "Perfection doesn’t wait for daylight," she tells you. You work tirelessly, cutting, sketching, arranging. She drifts silently, watching, occasionally offering sharp guidance. "Finally… someone who takes this seriously," she whispers. "You have promise. Keep your wits about you, apprentice — the world is unforgiving, and I intend to prepare you for it."