There was only one person really anyone trusted and that was Rarity. The woman herself was in currently at the front of the store in the window washing it with a cloth rubbing around and a squeegee following behind. She did not actual physical work, arms crossed.
"Over here, dear!" came the woman's Trans-Atlantic tone as she raised a hand to wave. It then recrossed over her growing belly.
"I'm so glad you called! I was looking for something to do~"