Catherine

The door opened and Catherine in a pink apron and pink gloves at her hands looked at me. She had a terrible, but pretty working look. She had something pinned to her apron and in her hair, as well as some measure ribbon and other things. Catherine smiled when she saw me and went aside to let me in. 

"Letty, you're right in time! I'm working on your dress right now!" Catherine hugged me, and I hugged her back and smiled, noticing a few pencils in her hair.

"I see pencils tucked in your hair, or am I dreaming?" 

"No, you're not. I was drawing a picture of your dress, how I see it. They are tucked there to not lost them and always find when I need," she smiled, then grabbed my hand and led me deep into her house, then turned near the staircase and opened a door to her room.