Rarity was moping around. Photo Finish had made Fluttershy into a fashion legend, and completely ignored Rarity, whose entire livelihood was making clothes. Finally, she resolved herself to get out of bed and tell the pony she trusted most about her troubles.
Cassandra and Twilight were sipping jasmine tea and chatting. It was only the finest tea in the world, Cassandra made sure of that. Twilight had a rather unsophisticated palate before the two of them met, but Cassandra had gotten her to stop eating junk food and prepackaged crap, and enjoy the finer things in life. Cassandra was in the midst of a funny story.
“...So I said, ‘if your talent is making snowflakes, then why is your cutie mark a flower?’ And she said, ‘you tell me, I can’t see the damn thing!’”
Twilight laughed, she loved Cassandra’s stories. After that, Rarity arrived.
“Ohayō gozaimasu, Rarity-chan” said Cassandra.
“Cassandra, can I confide in you?” asked Rarity.
“Well, I am the Element of Trust”
“Great. See, I have this problem with Fluttershy” said Rarity, “She took the spotlight away from me and I’m jealous because she’s a model and I’m a nopony in the fashion world.”
“Ah, jealousy” said Cassandra, “it’s made me many enemies. That’s the price of being Celestia’s long-lost sister and the only pony on the planet that can cast level 99 spells. Anyway, advice: you need to tell Fluttershy the truth. She hates being a model and wants to quit. In fact, she’s actually hoping you’ll give her a reason to.”
“GASP” said Rarity, “I’m surprised at you Cassandra! She gave you that secret to keep, and you blew her trust wide open?”
“What secret?” said Cassandra, “I figured that all out on my own, seriously Rarity, anypony with eyes and a brain could have.”
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re smart.” said Rarity seductively.
“Not now” said Cassandra “I have a headache.”
“Thank you for your advice” said Rarity, “and I believe the best course of action is to do the opposite.” She gave Cassandra a peck on the cheek and hurried out. Cassandra sighed, she thought she was immune to headaches, but stupidity was proving to be a real kryptonite.
*****
About three hours later Rarity returned to Cassandra’s house, her mane a tousled mess from stress and exhaustion.
“I do believe I have learned a lesson” she said, exasperatedly, “I should have trusted your advice. Let me make it up to you with some practice kissing.”
That was the first good idea she’d had all day.