She watched him pass every day, and dreamed of being held in his strong arms, his lips pressing against her own. She’d tried everything to catch his attention. She had worn the most fashionable outfits. She’d even worn a sexy baby-doll nightie, but he never noticed her.
He walked past as if she wasn’t there.
Was she really that ugly?
She’d read and re-read the fashion magazines that were left out for clients. She’d followed all of their helpful tips on how to win over a man, but nothing seemed to work.
Each night, the manikin wept herself to sleep.