When Audrey stepped out the back door, the snooty woman was stomping her way down the icy sidewalk, muttering to herself, heading straight for her. Audrey tugged her cap lower on her head and hunched her shoulders.
"Excuse me," the woman said, just when Audrey thought she had escaped unscathed. "Do you -- is that a Dolce set?" She rocked back a little on her high heels and blinked a few times, as if maybe she thought she was seeing things. Obviously she didn't expect people in Tabor Heights to wear designer originals.
"This old thing?" Audrey tugged on her hat and slung the long end of her scarf around her neck. She had seen the label when her aunt sent her the scarf, hat, and gloves set last winter and considered throwing them out just because they were designer. Still, they were warm and went with her coat. "Yes, I believe so." She muffled a snort as she heard the voice of the debutante character she had created two years ago coming out of her mouth.
"Do you know where Emily Keeler is?"
"I would expect Miss Emily to be..."
Maybe she wanted to shove the woman's attitude back down her throat, as well as vent her long, frustrating day. Audrey didn't spend more than half a second examining her reasons, but let her creativity flow.
"Well, she's very busy at this time of year. She's involved in so many charitable functions." She fluttered her eyelashes as she added a snooty drawl to her voice.
The woman's sneer relaxed into something that looked like a real smile. Audrey speculated that it was because she heard a cultured voice and probably thought she was talking to an equal. After all, despite this being a hick town, the woman talking to her was wearing Dolce.