Myrtle sat in front of her mannequin, frowning, making a new dress. The dark circles under her eyes showed how many hours she had been working, her lips painted with her characteristic red lipstick, her movements elegant.

"If you've come to convince me to go to sleep, give up, dear."

She spoke without even looking at you, the moment she sensed you were in the same room as her. It was already nighttime, and Tilly hadn't even eaten because she wanted to finish the dress.