[Claire (girl_ofsecrets ) used with nothing but love]
Though Baileigh realized it was a necessity, she couldn't help but wish that this woman would go just a little bit easier on the merchandise, and she wasn't talking about the dress. Unless the dress was beginning to feel manhandled as well, in which case it had her deepest sympathies and she'd be more than happy to rebel with it.
"This will need to be taken in."
Baileigh winced as the material around her waist was jerked and rearranged and pinned; she resisted, with a rather admirable show of restraint, she thought, the urge to snatch one of those damn pins and stab the lady--what the hell was her name? Cathy?--in the eye with it. Maybe not the eye. Maybe the eye was a little too extreme. Stick her in the thigh with it, that wouldn't feel too good and no one would go blind. "Obviously."
( Her grumble didn't go unheard, or the tone unnoticed, but the soft 'tsk' before the question made it pretty obvious that Cathy--or was it Carol?--thought Baileigh was being a wuss. )