<div style="text-align: justify;">Once they had ordered, Amy set her menu down and paid attention to what Gloria had to say. It made sense that she would want to look like she belonged. Amy was hoping that she would, as well. Hollywood was not a nice place, filled with nice people, like the small towns both girls had come from. People there expected something from everyone. They expected you to look, act and behavior a specific way. And if you didn’t, you were a nobody. Or worse, you were used and then discarded. Amy didn’t want to see that happen to her new friend. <br/><br/>“Great, I’ll show you a few nice places. People like us need to know this kind of places. After some productions, they sell a lot of items, including clothes, and you can always find something nice that fits you, if you’re willing to spend some time digging through boxes. Some of these places even offer you the name of a seamstress who can make the adjustments”. <br/><br/>After this explanation, Amy smiled, though it wasn’t such a happy smile. “Looks like there’s a whole industry of illusion here, eh?”, she commented. It was clear that the environment in there wasn’t the best one for girls like them. But things were about to change, hopefully. And they would change for them both.<br/><br/>Amy would keep silence for a moment more. Luckily for them, Aunt Jo returned with the food before the silence could become too awkward. “Thanks, Aunt Jo”, she murmured, taking a sip of her juice. After another moment of silence, she turned her attention to Gloria. “I’m sorry”, she started. “I don’t want to sound bitter, or to disencourage you”, Amy explained, her intonation making it clear she was being honest. “It’s just that this place does something to you”, she murmured, finally trying her stew. “But things will get better now, I know they will. So, forget everything I said”, Amy advised kindly.</div>