When asked she said that it wasn’t a usual order. By which she meant that the pony that had ordered it was an idiot. Hiring her as a seamstress rather than a designer, and making a fool out of themselves simply by wearing something not designed with her fashion expertise.

Normally, she would have said no, her professional integrity being worth more to her than any sum of bits. This time however? Filthy Rich had asked for something for his daughter. Though she would never admit it, she despised the filly for all the times Sweetie had come home crying.