Dima hated going to the upper class parts near the center of the city. Everybody there was so rude. They thought that they were better than the rest of them just because they had money. Anybody born into the right family got money. It wasn't her fault she didn't have much. She certainly worked harder for what she had than all those rich snobs. It couldn't be helped though. Her mother had been offered a job in one of the upper class homes and needed an appropriate dress. Dima had to get it because her mother was busy with the last day of her current job and Dima had the day off. At least she only had to pick it up; the dress had been ordered a week earlier.