"I believe Summer Sun would look best in yellow..." Rarity mused as she pulled the bolt of cheery fabric off of the shelf. "Though I don't know if she'll get to wear the sundress I'm making with how it's been raining lately."
The white mare looked absentmindedly out the window as she placed the fabric on the table. The rain was coming down in buckets outside. "It's been like this all week!" She thought indignantly as she began cutting out the pattern. "I can't go outside for fear of my hair getting ruined!" Shaking her head, Rarity decided to just focus on the dress.
She had been sewing for about an hour when she heard a loud knock on the door. The white unicorn looked up in alarm. "Hello?" She called out, dropping the half-finished dress on the sewing table. "Who is it?" "It is I!" She heard a muffled voice say from outside the door. "And I seek employment! I saw your "help wanted" sign in the window!" Rarity tilted her head and considered this--it was true that she had put up a sign. Finally she began to walk toward the door and answered the voice. "All right, dearie! I'm opening the door." With that she reached out a hoof and opened the door wide.
She could not hide her shock when she saw who stood there.
"TRIXIE?!" She exclaimed, putting a hoof to her mouth. The blue unicorn hung her head and sighed. "Yes, he great and powerful Trixie has come to ask for work." Rarity's eyes flashed and her heart filled with rage. "You fiend!" She yelled, trying to slam the door in Trixie's face. "You almost got my boutique crushed by an Ursa Minor!"
However, Trixie had her hoof in the door. "Trixie is sorry for nearly destroying your boutique and all of Ponyville. Trixie only comes here because she is cold and hungry and penniless. She learned how to sew from her mother when she was a filly and made her magic outfit herself!" She said with pleading eyes.
Rarity looked at her friend's former nemesis with suspicion. "You can sew?" She said slowly, "And you promise not to do anything dumb or show-offy like that again?" The little blue mare just nodded. "All right then." Rarity said, cautiously opening her door wide again. "You're hired. Come on in."
Trixie stepped into the shop with her head bowed, her clothes, mane, and tail dripping wet. "Oh my!" Rarity exclaimed, her suspicion of the mare turning into concern when she saw how wet, thin, and miserable Trixie really was. "You're thin as a twig! And your mane is mussed up!" The fashionista pointed at the white, dripping mess that currently was Trixie's mane. "We need to fix this ASAP!"
A few minutes later Trixie was sitting in front of a mirror with Rarity working away furiously at her mane and tail. "Straighten that...No, curl it...Oh, forget that, I'll just comb it out!" The white mare said as she worked. Trixie just looked at herself in the mirror. "How did Rarity get so good at fashion designing?" The blue mare asked quietly. "Oh, I've always had a knack for it." Rarity said as she brushed Trixie's tail. "What I wanna know is how did you get so good at stage magic?" "It was a family business for a long time." Trixie answered, her ears starting to perk up. "But Trixie got to be too talented for them and left to start on her own." "Oh really?" Rarity retorted. "Well I guess THAT'S why you couldn't fight off the ursa minor, huh? Too good to fight it off?" Trixie simply hanged her head. "Oh, all right all right!" Rarity said quickly with a smile. "Just cheer up, will you?"
An hour or so later Trixie's mane was styled again, her mane and hat were hung up to dry, and Rarity had just finished showing her around the boutique. The tour ended in Rarity's living room. "Well then, Trixie." the white unicorn said, "Now you've seen everything. You will sleep on the couch in my apartment until we can get you a proper bed. Mealtimes are six for breakfast, twelve for lunch, and eight for dinner. We will go out shopping for new supplies every saturday. We will work from nine to five. Your job will mostly be up front for now, but if you prove to be a good sewer you'll get to come back and help me." Trixie nodded eagerly. "The normal and not show-offy Trixie is ready to work tomorrow! Goodnight Miss Rarity!" "Goodnight Trixie." Rarity replied before walking through the door into her bedroom, magically shutting the door behind her. With a satisfied but exhausted smile, Trixie flopped onto the couch and magically turned off the lights.