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“I can afford to lose a needle,” Lacienega piped back, gesturing to her sewing kit, “I’m more worried about one of these bozos stepping on it and hurting themselves.” She continued to search, crouching down on her hands and knees. “If by Vivienne Westwood you mean Miuccia Prada then you’d be correct.” She saw a flash of silver on the carpet and swept up her loose needle triumphantly, “There. Now I won’t have verbally beat down the poor loser who’d try to sue. Cute shoes,” She noted as she stood back up. As she sat back down, she scooted her sewing stuff a little to make room for her new desk mate. “Lacienega Boulevardez,” She extended a hand “I would’ve judged you for only saying Vera Wang, but a Westwood reference mean you might actually know what you’re talking about.”
"Let’s say Miu Miu and call it even,” Trixie shrugged with a grin, happy to meet someone who could at least intelligibly talk high-end fashion. She took the girl -- LaCienega’s -- outstretched hand and claimed the spot next to her with confidence. “I was the only girl wearing Chanel in Dimmsdale, of course I know what I’m talking about. Do you study fashion?”
