Sophia held the lollipop between her lips, legs crossed over one another as she flipped through her magazine. Her eyes were more on the pictures than the words - despite being twenty five and long since out of education, the words still jumbled themselves up in her mind. She could look at the photos, though - the dresses and the makeup, styles she always told herself she'd try out.
Rarely did she ever actually do so.
The blonde's first real job had been an assistant in this place. Sorting the racks, organising the clothes, putting on a smile for the customers who wandered in off the streets. But the old lady who had run the store before her had retired, handing over her ownership to the witch with the promise of support should she ever need it. So far, Sophia had done well for herself, and she made enough to live in her own little flat. At first it had terrified the girl. Living alone, working for herself, owning the store - and while it was still a challenge, it wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be.
The treat left her lips with a satisfying pop as she stood, smoothing out her skirt with her usual flourish. She must have rearranged the place at least five times, already, but she was always stuck for things to do on the slow days like these.
