Guinevere sneaked into the studio and made sure the coast was clear. She was shy about her talents, even when she got so many compliments. She looked to see if anyone was around, then spread the fabric over the table and began cutting and sewing. The purple dress she was wearing, one she'd bought, had a hole near the collar bone and had started coming apart at the bottom. She was hoping to make herself a new purple dress and then change into it unnoticed, but there was a noise at the door. She froze, holding a long sheet of fabric before her as a sort of shield. She'd been had!
