Had an unwanted encounter with some stuck up so-and-so earlier. Lady D’viniya I believe it was.
The snootiest of the snooty, and her son, what a waste of space… Stupid mummies boy!
Anyway, I was looking for a new gown for my sisters’ upcoming birthday (I’d love to wear my awesome pink dress, but I do need something a bit more formal) and as I was browsing the fine wares I hear this woman’s voice from behind me, advising her son to try on whatever clothing. After much obligation on his part, she turns to me and asks my opinion; naturally I just looked at her, smiled and ip-dip-dooed (in my head, of course) an item of clothing (never even looked at her son, I don’t care if whatever does or doesn’t suit him, not my problem).
After she’d finished “thanking me” for my “input”, I went back to looking at gowns, not five minutes later she turns back around and looks at the gowns I’m perusing and starts saying “ooh, that’s nice, that’s nice too… Oh, you don’t want that, the frill doesn’t look right” and so on.
Lady, I don’t care for your input about MY clothes… But in the name of the gods, why can I not be allowed to choose my garments in peace? It was only the other week I was told I’d look like a streetwalker in my pink dress. But it’s nobodies business but mine as to what I do and do not wear. Why can’t people just leave me alone and let me shop in peace?
Maybe next time I’ll be luckier.
Ella Xx
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