Rarity hummed to herself quietly as she made her last few stitches. When she made dresses, that was when she was in heaven. Nopony and nothing could bother her. Even Opal's strange absence for the last few hours didn't seem important.

“Ha! Finished!” She admired her creation. “And you are so beautiful, are you not? Yes, you are! Now just to write that letter.”

Yes, a letter would be needed. This was a gift, after all. She turned her attention to the supplies she had set up next to the sewing macine. Normally she would have been more careful, but she had simply been dying to make this dress. She quickly dipped the quill in ink and began writing- dilligently, but with a script that would've made Twilight envious, surely.

Dearest Sister,

A most wonderful Hearth's Warming to you! Greetings from your beloved Rarity. This year I have taken it upon myself to fashion something that you would actually wear for more than one day. I hope that you do enjoy the dress; my inspirations were a series of charming photographs of you as a foal I found a few weeks ago.

Her eyes twinkled.

While I am aware of our recent strife, I do hope you will accept this gift, if not for what it is, as a tribute from a pony who is truly sorry for her misdoings. I wish you a happy Hearth's Warming once again- and many others!

Love,

Rarity

She sighed, resisting the urge to wipe sweat from her brow. Thankfully, a distraction offered itself as a window gave way to the cold winter air. She rushed to close it, inadvertently knocking over the inkwell.

Her return was signified by a loud gasp. "Th-the letter! And the dress! Oh!" She struggled to find words, her breathing quickening. Then her eyes narrowed. "You. You worthless little tramp!" She gave the machine an angry swipe with her hoof, sending it clattering to the floor. "Now look what you've done! Ruined all this, all your pointless games to repair your mistakes!" Her temper flared.

"Go ahead, sew! Try to stitch your wounds back together, you selfish, greedy bitch!" She bucked her legs at the table, knocking it down. Finally her fury seemed to burn out, and she fell to the floor, sobbing heavily. The wailing cut the air viciously, and she crawled towards the stained dress, trying to shield herself from the horror. "All I ever wanted was... a friend..."

She knew tomorrow she'd have to hide this somehow.