Alessandra came to our studio, probably with a scheme in mind.
Baron Pierre is currently out and has some business to take care of. That fact alone already gives me the idea that she's using his absence as a chance to patronize me. Despite my inner qualms about suddenly receiving a task, however, I know I can't grumble. She's our supervisor for today, after all.
"Put in a few blind stitches here. They shouldn't be visible no matter what. Make it three centimeters from the hem," Alessandra ordered as she handed out a high-quality satin.
Hiding my reluctance, I painstakingly take it. It just looks so sumptuous that I worry about creasing it in any way. Everybody else is busy with a project at the moment so Alessandra is pouring all her attention on me. The sentiment isn't very much needed, though. She's more like burning holes on me than simply overseeing.
