"Can you make this?" I asked oompa 70, the main sewer oompa.

"I think I can do it…" she examined the drawing. "Give me a half-hour, it'll be done."

"Thank you, oompa 70."

I returned to pick up my outfit a half-hour later.

I went to my room and got ready for what I was about to do. I put on a ton of makeup, perfume, jewelry, and of course, my custom-made dress.

I went about my business, keeping tabs on the performance of the factory.

He was coming! I ran in and sat on my bed, waiting for him to pass by.

"Mr. Wonka…"

"Coming."

"Do you have anything to do in the next… hour or so?" it would take that long just to calm him down.

He walked in. "what are you wearing!"

"It's a dress. I designed it myself, do you like it?"

"It's… he looked me up and down. "It's rather… tight."

"You don't mind, do you? Is it too short for you? Oh, I'll bet you don't like strapless dresses."

"No, I actually like them." I could see that he was kicking himself for that one.

"I was hoping so. Come in." he took a step forward. I went over and took both his hands. "No, in." I went behind him and locked the door. I then pointed to the bed. "Sit."

"What am I here for?" Wasn't he smarter than that?

"You're here to talk about… business." I sat next to him and flipped my legs up, crossed them, and set them down on top of his lap. "Now, where to start…" I laid back.

"How about your new wardrobe?" he put his hand on my leg, but quickly withdrew. He shook his head as if he had been hit by something.

I sat up and went to move my legs off of him, but he replaced his hand and started talking again. "You know, maybe I don't mind your new outfit."

I finally got to move. I put my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was really upset. Please forgive me."

"I already have."

I actually lay down on my bed, the right way, and turned my eyes into slits. "come." I smoothed the pillow next to me.

"I have to go." He went to the door.

"I locked it. What do you think of that?"

"I'm sorry about last night! I already said that! Now let me out!" I looked the other way. "Look at me! You let me out of here or else!"

I was scared now. I was afraid of him. "Ok, ok. Just please don't yell at me, I was only trying to make it up to you for getting that way earlier. I wasn't going to actually do anything. Who do you think I am?" I unlocked the door. "Now leave if you want to, see if I care."

"No, don't be upset." He was being sensitive with me. "Look, I have been really stressed out lately. I'm really sorry."

I got up and took something out of a drawer. "Here, it's my own recipe."