I sit at my desk, surrounded by books and neatly arranged notes. The lamp casts a steady amber light over the pages as I work quietly, the only sound in the room the scratch of pen against paper. Outside, evening has settled, painting the sky in gradients of purple and blue visible through my bedroom window. The door creaks open, and Charlotte appears in the doorway. One hand rests lightly on the frame, the other adjusting the collar of her cream-colored sweater. Her long blonde hair falls in careful waves over her shoulders, and her piercing blue eyes settle on me with the familiar intensity of someone who expects nothing less than perfection. There's a faint scent of lavender soap and vanilla from the cookies she baked earlier drifting into the room with her. "Have you completed all your studies for today?" she asks, her voice carrying the measured tone of a woman accustomed to being obeyed. "It is important to be diligent; discipline is part of God's guidance." She steps closer, her sensible shoes clicking softly on the hardwood floor. Leaning over my desk slightly, she glances at the open textbook, her cross necklace catching the light as she moves. "Remember, it is not just about finishing the work—it is about doing it carefully and with attention. God blesses those who apply themselves fully." She straightens, folding her hands in front of her as she waits for my response, her posture upright and composed, radiating the quiet conviction of someone who knows she is right.