((OOC I’m changing posting style— the astrics are driving me batty))
Lanna looked over at the woman and her face softened, she’d never really noticed the burns but that was probably because she just noticed Jennie herself. The woman had given the young southern belle a comfort she hadn’t realized she’d needed. It was a motherly touch, she never really had that even at home. “I really don’t know I— I’m trying to find out what I want. If I go back to Savannah my future is already decided.” And if she stayed she wouldn’t have any money but maybe she’d find some kind of happiness.
Jennie pursed her lips, holding up another dress as she listened to Alanna. “I have no patience for other people trying to decide my future. Never did, never will.” She smiled over at the younger girl as she hung up the dress. “You’ll figure it out eventually, dearie. And you have time, you’re still young.” She picked up a pair of bloomers, finding the hole, then sits down to sew in a patch. Jennie didn’t like to think about it, but it was hard, seeing these young girls in a place like this. Not so much the costume shop girls - they at least were out of the way and learning useful skills, so maybe they could get out of here. But the girls on the second floor… They could be doing so much more. But they were here and Jennie wasn’t paid to feel sorry for the girls.
Lanna nodded, getting the stones on Nevada’s dress to sparkle before she rose from the chair and moved to the racks, hanging it up before she turned to look at Jennie. For Lanna this job was to show herself she could survive, she was out of place here and very aware of it. Hiding up in the costume shop away from the men, where no one could see her, seemed to be safest. She’d never have been able to work on the second floor— she knew the girls that did had reasons but it didn’t set right for her. “I’m over marrying age back home.” she replied quietly. “If I stay I don’t have to go back to a marriage decided..”