Catherine sat in the sunroom studying a Gucci dress. She chewed her lip, wondering how much it would cost to imitate the bold, bumblebee print on the fabric. She sketched a few ideas, taking care to change the patterns a bit. She studied her work and sighed—on cheap fabric, the colors would look tacky and tasteless, but Feather couldn't afford to use the same silks and satins as Gucci. She fiddled with her pencil, wishing there was someone she could ask for help.

A knock sounded at the door, ...