"Well, we don't have to do it right now. I..just came to find a dress. Don't even know if I'll have a reason to wear it. It's not like I know if he's gonna say yes or anything. We haven't talked much lately. Though, I seem to do a lot of talkin' on my own." She knew that last comment would come eventually; Fred was very aware of how much she could talk if she gave herself to it. Then again, she had a feeling it really wouldn't matter what she said to the rich woman.
Fred looked at herself in the mirror again; well, at least she didn't look too bad. And, she knew she'd have to do something with her hair. It wasn't bad hair, but it could just hang down like that. She'd have to put it up probably, and what exactly did...
"What do you mean we have to do somethin' with my face?"