“Fancy… Well, here, you ask before you touch what is not yours. We all have our way of doing things, and you need to learn the pecking order. For example…” She leans over and snatches the fabric roll from in front of me, scattering my draft pieces all over the floor, and I narrow my eyes at her, trying to hold the temper I know is easy to let loose.

“You ask before you take a fabric that I might want. I’m the golden girl here. I get first dibs on everything.” She smirks ...