Connie looked down at the dress and realized that she didn't have a good grasp on what made it fashionable or not. To her, it didn't look different from any other wedding dress that had existed across time and space. But, then again, when was the last time she was in the presence of such a gown? Or worse, when had she EVER seen a wedding dress. Connie looked up and grinned, flopping the sleeve of the dress at Felicity as if she were threatening to touch her with it.
Of course she didn't (Connie understood personal boundaries! Kinda!) and she put it back on the rack with a clink! of the metal hanger. "Later, let's go find who runs this place and make them an offer. All the ugly dresses go into a bonfire for- ten bucks? That seems like a fair price for destruction." Connie grinned and she made her way over to a box full of lacy gloves. There were even a few leather ones with fur lining the edges.
"Gee I hope this isn't real leopard fur." Connie held up one of the gloves.