That night Benjamin came home very late, but as he passed through the living room he still saw the reading light on. Benjamin came closer and watched from the darkness. Queenerra was holding a dress that wore by the statue and seemed to be sewing beading it.
"You're awake?" Benjamin asked as he turned on the headlight.
Queenerra turned and smiled, "Not yet." The answer.
"You use my mother's sewing machine?" asked Benjamin.
Queenerra cut the dangling thread and placed the needle on the sewing machine. "Sorry for not asking your permission," Queenera replied.
Benjamin approached, "No problem." he answered. "That sewing machine is outdated, I didn't even think it could still work," he added. Benjamin drew closer to the dress and looked at the details. After that he lowered his gaze and looked at Queenerra, "You are talented." he said.
"Oh . . . it's my first time making a dress." Queenera replied.
"You want to wear it?" asked Benjamin.
