My #life Story Chp 3 " Welcome to Gladrags, how may I help you?" said a cheerful woman as I entered the store. I took in manakins dressed in fine spider silk, women dressed in the finest cashmere with fineries practically drooping from their faces and necks. " I heard you have an occupation available? " I asked, standing upright and using my politest tone. The woman took in my appearance and sighed, but beckoned me through to the back office, where I saw three girls dressed in modest but stylish clothing sowing away. I was directed to a seat and the woman began to talk. " I am Ms Manning, the runner of Gladrags ". I noticed how she didn't say owner, and wondered who owned the store. " So, what is your name, dear?" Ms Manning asked. I knew there wasn't a good chance of me keeping my job once Id say my name. " Elizabeth Hastings " I said quietly. We both say quietly for a second until Ms Manning broke the silence, saying " the girl who was disowned, I suppose " she said grimly. I was expected to be thrown out but instead she just tutted and carried on. " Well, the Hastings are part of upper society so I suppose you know about womenswear and how to sew?". I nodded. Even though I had no interest in either subject I was still taught how to see and to keep up with fashion trends. " Well then, you don't seem too bad so I guess I should welcome you to one of the biggest a department stores around for womenswear. I gaped, nodding like mad. I couldn't believe my luck! From sleeping under a tree to working in a posh expensive shop. Boy, was it my lucky day. If I get four likes I will continue.