Spoilers: Vague ones for Victoria's Secret.
Summary: Victoria free-associates. Drabble.
Disclaimer: due South and all its characters belong to Alliance.
Gloves, Victoria. You don't want dishpan hands.
Mother cleaning and cleaning, hating every minute.
You have good skin, but you've got to take care of it.
Her eyes fixed on the mirror before bedtime, anxious fingers pressing at her face.
They all want the same thing.
She pinned her hair up, then pulled loose a few framing curls.
The ones with brains will be twice as foolish as those without.
Every year, on the first day of school, her serious look.
No one else is going to look out for you if you don't look out for yourself. Remember that.