"Gah! How did somepony even know about this? And they took pictures? The nerve!" She stamped a hoof and crumpled the paper whole with her magic, tossing the ball of discarded paper into a trash bin near the register of the boutique. "This is the last thing I needed before the Grand Galloping Gala. More rumors about me being a... fillyfooler." She shivered at the thought, turning her attention to an unfinished dress in need of stitching. "With all this gossip, how will I ever find a date? I've only four days, now!"