Fred's hand lifted to her hair, a little twirl about the finger before her hand moved on to her face. What would she have to do with her face? She thought she had a nice face. There was even a blink or two as one of her biggest flaws, which could be something of an oxymoron, was pointed out: "boobless".
Fred looked at the dress; it was pretty, but she wasn't sure it'd work for her. She had planned on something strapless, even if she didn't have a lot of front to work with. She had also thought about her hair and her face, and this woman was edging Fred to a point where either Fred would snap or she'd forget the whole enterprise all together. At the question, her lips twisted a little before she said anything.
"No, I think that's somethin' you city folk do; course, I'm gonna wear shoes. Nothin' too high."