<div style="text-align: justify;">Magdalene showed a bright smile when Gerome said he would take her up on the homemade cookies. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Great"</span>, the girl replied cheerfully. <span style="color: #8000FF">"I'm always good on my word"</span>, she completed. Baking the cookies would probably help ease her tension, and give her a sense of normalcy. And God knew she needed it now. The poor girl had no idea how much more she would need it in the future. For now, she was still under the impression that things would work. She would do as she was told, and one day, her career would become more than a dream. And of course, she would be able to help mom and the siblings have a better life.<br/><br/>Nodding when Gerome opened the door for her, Magdalene murmured a soft '<span style="font-style: italic">thank you</span>' as she got off. Taking a page from his book, the girl looked around, before Liane walked over. Trying to relax and not feel so intimidated by the woman, Magdalene smiled back at her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"Oh, I... uh..."</span>, the girl started. '<span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Calm yourself down, Liane won't bite you</span></span>', she scolded herself mentally. After a deep breath, she smiled again. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Why not shoes? Sounds like we should start with them, maybe, and built the outfits based off of that?"</span>. Looking at Gerome for a moment for reassurance, she completed softly. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Or maybe because every girl loves shoes, right? And I think maybe trying them while my feet are rested would be good"</span>. <br/><br/>After these words, and feeling like she had spoken too much, Magdalene smiled one more time. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Sorry, I get a little too chatty sometimes"</span>.</div>