Veronika sighed as she changed back into her regular clothes and reached out to take the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cute Flared Dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/sTUHGcR.jpg)</div></div>she had come to work in and slipped into it. She stepped out with her back to 'Sandi', trusting the woman to button up the back of it as she always did for the actresses who worked here.<br/><br/>As she did she happened to glance down at her shoulder and gasped for joy. The fraying seam that she had been worried about was completely fixed, it looked brand new. "Sandi you fixed it!" She gushed, glowing with her happy smile. "You didn't have to do that that's, oh my goodness it looks amazing!" She gushed, the moment she was buttoned up she opened her arms and wrapped them lightly around the woman, kissing the air next to each of her cheeks in happiness.<br/><br/>She held her close for a moment, letting herself press momentarily against the luxurious curves of the redheaded woman. She was a little shorter than Veronika, but her curves were so soft and welcoming  like a luxurious comforting set of pillows. "You will make wonderful wife some day!" She said warmly, staring at her with a smile that might suggest she was thinking of such a prize for herself. "For a man I mean!" She said quickly. "Of course." She let go and smoothed out her dress and became very interested in fixing her hair and lipstick in the mirror for a moment.<br/><br/>If she was still thinking like a spy she might have been worried about a listening device or a tracker being sewn into the fabric, but she wasn't. In her mind she had left all of that behind. No more espionage and murder, it was all glamour and spotlights from here on out. Well, as soon as she became a movie star. It didn't occur to her that she'd been made by her old shadow on the Western side of the great war. If she ever had an idea that Peggy Carter had sicced her protege on her, she might have acted differently. But she figured her biggest problems were overly amorous movie directors.<br/><br/>"Milkshakes?" She glanced up, holding her lipstick as she smiled, a very hopeful and excited look crossing her pretty face as she smacked her lips at the mirror and put her lipstick in her purse. "Oh my yes." She said longingly. "We deserve milkshakes." She sighed happily and wrapped her long slender arm around Connie's shoulder, "Let us go!"<br/><br/>Veronika was all smiles as the two women walked to the little diner down the street. She laughed as the two shared stories of the boorish actors and executives they had to deal with. Veronika didn't doubt for a moment that 'Sandi' was exactly who she said she was.<br/><br/>A few minutes later they were sitting just inside the window on raised stools sipping milkshakes. Veronika ordered strawberry and sipped it happily. "You know there is nothing like this where I come from." She sighed happily. "And for just a few cents too." She smiled. "Well, at least if I never play more than girl who screams at the beach I can afford milkshakes."