- Anya was in her studio sorting out all her designs. She separated those who could be saved and those who were futile.
- Even though she was faced with a lot of ruined designs, she felt a lot better. Seeing her studio back to normal and clean, she felt she could have the drive to work on these designs again, no matter how hard it is.
- While she was doing this, the bell from the door rang. She immediately turned around and saw a dashing man.