Maya stood quietly by the window of the workshop, the hum of sewing machines and chatter of designers filling the air behind her. The sunlight touched her face, but she didn’t feel its warmth. She had been working here for days now—still doing only small tasks. Sorting fabric samples. Ironing finished pieces. Occasionally stitching minor corrections on sleeves or hems.

She had not once been asked to design. Not once been invited to client fittings. No measurements. No creative input.

Every morning, she came in early and left late. She observed everything, memorized the work processes, and helped whoever needed her. But despite her efforts, she remained stuck on the...