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Myrtle drove over to the studio where Elef was meticulously stitching up the dresses that had already been designed. She approached quietly, careful not to disrupt Elef's focused work. Myrtle observed her from a distance, momentarily captivated by the intricate fabric prints spread across the table. Setting her bag aside, she examined the fabrics closely, her attention deepening until she was noticed by Elef, who walked over and struck up a conversation.

"When did you arrive? I completely failed to notice you," Elef admitted, stretching her sore muscles.

"Just now. I didn't want to disturb you, so I decided to admire these fabrics," Myrtle replied, maintaining her gaze on the materials and delicately touching them.

"I'm glad you're here. I was actually about to come find you to inquire about the finished designs," Elef said, her interest piqued.

"Hmm, well, I've finally completed them, though I had little hope," Myrtle shared.