No, the shock and horror is coming from the shopgirl over at the register, but this is a pricey boutique. She's been trained to keep her mouth shut about the people who are coming to drop big marks on designer duds.

A girl can't depend on anybody but herself," Cindy muses, turning back to the mirror and ripping off a couple more stray thread. It does look much better. The bow made it seem like she had something to hide at her waistline and well, she wasn't Jack Sprat's wife. It was unnecessary. Also, who said she wasn't going to still ask for a discount?

In her reflection, Cindy can watch the woman inspecting the earring display, to which she clucks her tongue. "Don't buy those here. They're cheaper at the shop on Steper Road in East Gidd." One favor for another?