The clicking of her heels on the dirty cobblestones is lost in the many shouting outs of vendors who loudly announce about the quality of the stuff they sale. Snow best tries to avoid the poor and rags on people as she crosses a long and wide variety of shops along the street with Rose and their new companion. Held up by many peddlers from the very land and beyond, they got so many things for sale. All goods and rubbishes blended together over the tables of their small shops or hung from the awnings. An array of the finest wares, jewelry and accessories that most attract women, leather clothings, and tools and stuff that people have made believe can drive out demons and those that are in associate with them. A group of musicians play a rather happy melody around the place that drifts through her ears as they pass. This is where the poor visits, the place where instantly becomes Snow's disfavor. Her grace feels like being pummeled under a lot of footsteps. Her sleeves are soaked with the sweat smear and dirt of their indecent wearings. She hates to look up at the ugly faces of people that cheerfully roam around and try everything. Even the shops ainít got much of a luxury to present. The crudeness of the space gets in her hair. Right now her nerves are ruffled the most and what irritates her more is Cinderella that tends to look back and give her a smile every few moments. She has certainly never visited such a place and so it is exciting for her to see so many people at once. The sparkle of fake jewelries attract her sights. She goes from here to there and Rose keeps reminding her like a mother whose mischievous child canít stop running around to stay close. It appears more like a warehouse of goods and garbage to her. "Lift your head, Snow. Pick your favorite color. You need a new dress." Rose says. "I rather stay in my own dress." Snow annoyedly says. "As you wish, princess." Rose says with a sting in her tone. Snow lays a hateful look on her as they continue through the shops. Delicate and expensive handcrafted accessories that rub the attention from anybodyís mind bring Cinderella down the way towards the rows and rows of necklaces, wristbands and earrings hung in sight. Rose stops where Cinderella is watching the dim shining of jewelries. "Have you found your favorite?" Rose asks her. She happily strikes a smile. "Go on. Donít be shy." She gives her permission to try the ones that she likes. Meanwhile Snow hangs in the back, quiet and upset. She has no intentions to look around the place. Rose picks up a necklace from the hangings and brings to her. It makes questions for Snow and makes more doubts. "Hmm... what do you think?" She holds the necklace on her chest and asks. "No, Violet is not your mood." She puts the necklace back where it was and picks another one with a different color and shape. It seriously makes Snow doubt her motives. And it somehow brings frights to her heart. It is far from the characteristics of Rose to be wanting to be gracious. Snow canít see the pattern to her acts anymore. Her doleful face suggests Rose that she doesnít like that one either. "No? Maybe you like blue." She turns to pick another one. "What are you doing?" Snow asks her curiously. "Donít you like jewels? Thatís a little odd." Rose says. "No, you are odd. Whatís with the shopping and everything?" She asks her. Rose gives her a confused look. "Why do you pretend like you care for us?" She asks her and continues. "You donít deceive me. You have kept her alive only because you thirst for her blood. And the only reason that I am still alive is that you trust me to lead you to the most beautiful girl of all. So stop this game of motherly care." She doesnít surprise her. Rose slightly draws a smile and ties a necklace of light blue stones around her neck. "It looks good on you." She says and turns to the seller to pay for it. She kindly lets Cinderella take her favorite among the jewels too. Snow looks at her and more and more the tree of fear in her heart increases branches. Cinderella picks a pendant with a pure red ruby. Rose pays for the necklaces then draws as close to Snow as only she hears her saying. "You might think that I am a monster... I am. But even monsters have heart." She says to her and smiles in a mysterious way. "Now, letís get you something new to wear, something snow white."