Alberta was a bit surprised to be approached by the young girl. But, as she introduced herself, she understood. She saw Amelia often, but hadn't seen her daughter in several years, it was no wonder she hadn't recognized her. She must have been a fourth year by now. It always struck her how quickly time seemed to pass.
She couldn't help but give a small chuckle as the girl finished her little speech. She was a bit like Lydia had been as a girl.
"I'm sure you can, dear," she replied. "As soon as I figure out what needs to be done." She glanced back at the tent; everything seemed to be in order there. She should probably go check on Isolde's progress. Alberta began to walk toward one of the smaller tents, beckoning of Lavender to follow.
"So, a model's hair actually fell out?" Alberta had never heard of that happening before. She almost regretted not being there to witness it, she was sure the girl was more than a little worked up about being bald.