Josie was, in fact, looking for someone to talk to. Most preferably Claire, as her 'partner in crime' had been most difficult to pen down lately. A true feat indeed, considering the girls shared the same nightly quarters.
Not in here either... The girl looked a tad fustrated. She'd been convinced that Claire would be in the robe shop looking at Sylvia's new line.
...
Josie rather wanted to look at it as well, now that she thought about it. And that was how she'd ended up where she was, holding a dress robe of pink silk to her form and glancing critically in the mirror.
Really now, that cut's a little...questionable...
All the same, she felt a smile creeping onto her face.

'Love me like your eyes; but that is not enough: like yourself, more than yourself, than your thoughts, your life, all of you. Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire. ' -Bonaparte



