In Which Stella Vera recieves Negative Feedback
Sweet Celestia this was terrifying!
Stella stood in front of Rarity's boutique, a renowned landmark throughout the fashion community.
The once again overly anxious mare could hardly keep her composure. Her dress-stuffed bags floated directly behind her, though she could hardly concentrate on using her telekinesis to keep them up. But alas, she was here, and she wasn't going to turn around and leave. She'd spent 75 bits on the train ticket here.
Her legs quivering, Stella pushed open the door to Rarity's boutique. It was even more beautiful on the inside than it was on the outside. She could hear the distinct voices of Rarity and Hoity Toity somewhere out of sight. The bell over the door had rung, but it had drawn no attention.
What if they'd heard the bell and just ignored it? What if they didn't want to be disturbed?
Stella squealed, although it wasn't that super happy, super cute squeal that Pinkie Pie tended to make. It was more of a terrified, sweet-Celestia-what-the-buck-am-I-going-to-do squeal. Unfortunately, yet fortunately for Stella, a certain white and purple mare heard the gasp.
"Hello?" the heavily accented voice called. "Is anypony there?"
"Um yes!" Stella called back nervously. "I'm here." Stella heard some more talking between Rarity and Hoity before the mare trotted out to greet her.
"Hello there, darling!" she exclaimed. "My name is Rarity, and welcome to my boutique! May I help you with anything?"
This is your moment, Stella! Don't screw up! Stella thought.
"Well... My name is Stella Vera. I'm here to show you some of my dress designs. I-if you'd be interested in seeing them of course." Rarity's eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course! I'd love to see them!" Rarity almost shrieked. "And Hoity Toity can see them as well! He's a fashion critic, you see."
"Oh I know who he is. He's one of my fashion icons, for your information."
"All the better! Come, come! This must be so exciting for you!" Rarity full out shrieked, before pulling Stella roughly into a back room. It was all the poor mare could manage to keep her concentration on levitating her bags.
At least I'm getting an audience!
The first thing Stella was Hoity Toity sitting at a table with two chairs. She couldn't help but let out a squeal. A Pinkie Pie squeal this time.
"OhmygoodnessHoityToityit'ssogreattomeetyouI'mahugefan!!" Stella shrieked like it was one word, not stopping to take a single breath. The stallion simply nodded.
that wasn't the reaction I wanted... Oh well.
Stella collected her nerves, before giving a slight bow to the stallion. "My name is Stella Vera, and I'm a crystal pony. Obviously." She caught the stallion looking back at her bags. "I'm also a fashion designer!" That got Hoity's attention.
"Oh? Allow me to see your work." He said calmly. All at once, Stella's bags dropped to the floor, and she immediately opened one - an old black and white checkered one. She loved that bag.
"There are some of my absolute favorites in here!" she squealed, removing one of her first designs: a fleece black and white checkered t-shirt, like the bag the it was carried in. It was accompanied by a completely black skirt, with a white bow at the waist. Stella thought it was adorable.
"It's awful." The stallion said, completely nonchalant. Stella visibly flinched.
"H-huh?" she asked with a sudden stutter. "O-oh, my apologies. T-that was an o-old design. Not v-very good." The stallion raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have anything good to show me?" he asked.
"Yes, of course. J-just give me a minute. Or three." The mare dove into her pile of bags, desperately searching for the bag containing the dress she'd shown to Fleur. Then she remembered.
She'd sold it.
"Ummm..." she said, desperately grabbing a dress from the checkered bag, holding it up for the stallion to see. It was one of her better designs; a green and brown nature themed dress. Simple, but attractive. "This one is one of my best! It's designed to have the classic colors of nature, green and brown. Just in time for Autumn as well! Hehe..."
The stallion stared at her dress for a frightening amount of time, before finally speaking.
"Well, Stella, I've enjoyed your, ah... display ... However, neither outfit shows very much talent, effort, or beauty."
Her heart froze. She could hardly breathe.
How the hell could he not like these?! I worked so hard!
Alas, her work had proven to be for naught. Here her role model sat, telling her that her outfits were horrible. All the mare could do was pack her bags back up and turn to leave with a heavy heart and a bunch of heavy bags.
In Which Stella Vera makes friends with Fleur de Lis
Fall had come again to Equestria. Fall meant many things: Family Appreciation Day, the Running of the Leaves, and Nightmare Night, among other things. For aspiring fashion designer Stella Vera, it was an opportunity to show her designs to renowned critics and designers such as Hoity Toity, Trenderhoof, Sapphire Shores, and Rarity.
If any of them took interest in her designs, she'd be having one on one meetings with Photo Finish in no time as they discussed which designs would be in the fall catalogue. She'd be famous if that happened! She could move from the Crystal Empire to upscale Canterlot like she'd always dreamed of.
Currently, Stella stood at the Crystal Empire train station. It wasn't very common for crystal ponies to leave the Empire, but she knew that Hoity Toity was visiting Rarity in Ponyville so going to Ponyville was a good idea. She'd ask Hoity where Trender and Sapphire were so she could see them next.
The anxious mare looked at the pile of bags stuffed with dresses behind her, biting her lip in anticipation. Would they like her designs? Had she used enough sparkles? Had she used too much sparkles? Maybe she should've consulted Coco Pommel in Manehatten. She had always been helpful to Stella. It was no time to change her mind however. She'd already purchased a train ticket to Ponyville.
She waited at the station for about ten more minutes before the colorful train puffed up to the station, causing another freak out for Stella. Had she packed too many dresses? It would take ages to get everything on the train. Oh no... What would the conductor think of her? Would he be mad for her taking too long? Had she exceeded the baggage limit?
Fortunately for the overly anxious mare, she got all her luggage onto the train with no problems. She'd forgotten that she could use her magic to put things on the train. Everything was loaded onto the train within seconds. She got her ticket punched and took a seat. No major issues so far. Across the isle from her were a stallion and mare, and fancy ones at that.
Stella loved fancy.
Stella wasn't a shy pony either, as she immediately greeted them.
"Hello there," she said in a calm and nice tone. "My name is Stella Vera. Are the two of you from Canterlot?" the stallion payed her no mind but the mare returned her kindness.
"My name is Fleur de Lis," she stated. "And yes we're from Canterlot."
"An honor to meet you, Fleur." Stella said. "Who's the stallion?"
"That's Fancy Pants. He doesn't typically act friendly around ponies he doesn't know."
"I used to be like that." Stella said, giggling a little. "So what do you do up in Canterlot?"
"Nothing much," Fleur responded. "I'm just a model."
"She's a supermodel." Fancy Pants suddenly chimed in.
"A supermodel?" Stella said in surprise. "Wow! That's incredible! Do you model dresses?"
"What else would I model?" Fleur retorted, and Stella whispered something under her breath.
"Well, I'm a dress designer. I'd love to have your opinions on my designs!"
"I'd love to see your dresses." she responded, genuinely interested.
Excited, Stella rushed to her bags in such a haste that she tripped over her own hooves. Stupid, stupid! She quickly picked herself up, reaching the closet bag. It was white with red love hearts all over it. When had she bought that? When she was 5? She unzipped the bag hastily, pulling out a bedazzled white dress that only went over one shoulder. It was accompanied by a white bow to put in one's mane. Would Fleur like this? Only one way to find out.
She turned to face the waiting mare, holding up the dress.
"Does this look good?" she inquired, which earned her a gasp from Fleur.
"Darling, that's incredible!"
"Is it? Really?" Stella asked, most of her face turning red.
"Of course it is! Give it here and I'll try it on." Fleur responded, and Stella gave her the dress without hesitation. The supermodel mare went into the bathroom to change into it, leaving the designer of the dress sitting nervously by Fancy Pants. The fancy stallion didn't so much as look ay the nervous mare.
This is so exciting!
After a matter of minutes, the now dressed mare trotted out and Fancy Pants looked up and at her.
"Oh yes!" he said enthusiastically. "You look flawless, my dear!"
Stella's face filled with joy. Surely this fancy pony knew all about fashion! If he liked her designs, everypony would! Right?
Fleur spun around in a circle, showing off both the dress and herself. Stella had to admit that she looked stunning. She was an absolutely beautiful pony, the kind of beauty Stella had hoped for since she was a filly.
"I love it!" Fleur stated excitedly. "It's so beautiful!" Stella's face flushed again.
"You're just saying that..."
"Oh darling, please. I'd never tell a lie." she stopped to think for a few minutes. "Can I buy this dress from you?"
"You'd buy it?"
"500 bits." Fleur said promptly. Stella whistled. That was enough for a ticket from Ponyville to Manehatten and then Canterlot.
"Sold to the beautiful mare for 500 bits!" she exclaimed, imitating an auctioneer. Fleur opened her saddlebag and pulled out five 100 bit coins, handing them to Stella. She then scrawled a number onto a piece of paper, pressing it to Stella's chest.
"Call me when you can." she said. And with that, Fleur sat back down as the train reached Ponyville.
Stella's stop.
