Days passed, and I stayed immersed in my work, juggling my dreams and responsibilities. My nights were consumed with designing, and crafting pieces for my portfolio, while my days were spent doing odd jobs to inch closer to my goals. The live interview with Master Zee loomed on the horizon, keeping me laser-focused. In the whirlwind of activity, I hadn’t visited Michael for a while.
It was during one of these visits to the hospital that I ran into Madam T, the old housekeeper from the Wengers’ estate. She stood by the reception, a familiar, comforting presence from my past.
“Madam T!” I greeted, surprised and pleased.
Her face lit up. “Oh, my little girl, it’s so good to see you! How have you been?”
“I’m doing fine, Madam T. How are you?”
“I’m well, dear. And I’m so glad w
