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(The Next Morning)

"Mr. T, what did you say her name was again? Teresa was it?"

"I believe it's Tiffany…"

"Well does the dear have a last name Mr. T?"

"No Mrs. Lovett, I didn't ask." He sounded bored and rather annoyed with her over cheerfulness and helpfulness that she offered too often.

"Tiffany? Tiffany dear!" Mrs. Lovett was oblivious to the fact that I already heard all of these conversations they had been having about me.

"Mrs. Lovett?" I mumbled wiping my eyes with open fists.

"Yes dear up you go." She said helping me sit up in bed.

"Mr. T is going to take us into town today love. Does that sound good, have you been around the city before?"

"No mam. Not since I was a mere child."

"Then this will be quite a treat won't it then dear?"

"Yes mam it sure will be!" I exclaimed in obvious excitement. She smiled and handed me a new shift.

"There ye are dear wear that under the dress I gave you last night."

"Yes mam." She smiled at me as I got undressed and redressed quickly.

"That's my lass." She tied the dress up in the back. I slipped on my heels and smiled at her. She was wearing a dress almost the same thing as mine except in stead of red she had purple coming out of the top of her dress.

"Are ye lasses ready?" I smiled at her nervously and nodded encouragingly.

"Yes sir!" I screamed down finding my English accent make myself smile, it was incredibly strong maybe even stronger than Mrs. Lovett's.

We climbed down the stairs quickly, my heels were clicking quickly behind her showing my excitement to get out into London like I had when I was child…hopefully I wouldn't be dragged this time like I had last night.

"Come now Tiffany, we should get you a new dress."

"Let's not waist our money on that." Mr. Todd said roughly as I tried to catch up to them, my heels were aching…I hadn't been aloud out and walked far in months.

"Tiffany's only got one dress my love. It would really be in our "family's" best interest to buy her one." She emphasized the word 'family' and my eyebrows furrowed again.

"Alright dear." He nodded acceptingly.

"Go buy her a dress; I'd like to go into this pawn shop here."

"Mr. T, be sure to watch your behavior. I'd hate for you to be mistaken for Benjamin Barker." He nodded in a rush and walked up to the pawn shops open doors.

"Come on dear, he'll be fine." I nodded. Sweeney Todd scared me; he was an intimidating, strong, angry, depressed, heart broken, spiteful, protective, and self-conscious, man that I found myselffalling for.

"Yes mam." I said following her quickly through the streets.

We walked up to an extremely decorated shop with many exquisite dresses in the windows. There were also masks, gloves, jewelry, and shoes that littered the red carpeted display windows. We opened the doors and a small bell tinkled as we walked in. A woman in a fancy dress was smiling at us. She had blonde hair in a fancy bun. Her dress was a bright pink with a black corset on the outside. Her hair was concealed with a small hat that was lopsided on her bun.

"Morning."

"Good day!" Mrs. Lovett answered back smiling.

"How's business coming for you Nellie?" The woman asked Mrs. Lovett.

"It's been better thanks for asking Jessica."

"Course dear. Now who's this?" Jessica asked beckoning me towards her. I looked questioningly at Mrs. Lovett and she nodded to signal it was fine.

"She's my apprentice, her name is Tiffany."

"Oh quite a pretty little thing aren't you?" I smiled and blushed.

"I've got a perfect dress for you dear." So within a few minutes I had picked out a dress in our price range. It was a simple green dress that exposed my shoulders and had three quarter sleeves; it came with black gloves, black shoes, and a black mask to match the ruffles on it.

"Wonderful dear."

"Thanks Miss Adler."

"Anytime dears!" She called to us as we left the store with my dress.

"Thanks so much Mrs. Lovett."

"Mrs. Lovett, Tiffany, are you ready?" Sweeney asked walking up to us.

"Yes sir." I nodded as he took my lower back and looped arms with Mrs. Lovett." I blushed as I noticed a redness creep from my lower neck to my face.

There was a young kid with blonde short hair banging a drum on a stage. He was surrounded by a large crowd and was singing to get their attention.

"Ladies and gentleman may I have your attention please!" He sang out loud still banging on the drum. He was selling a lotion that would supposedly make you grow hair. He was passing around a few bottles in the crowd.

"Pardon me mam what's that awful stench?" Sweeney asked a man holding the bottle.

"Are we standing near an open drench?" Mrs. Lovett asked Mr. Todd.

"Pardon me sir what's that stench are we standing near and open drench?" Sweeney asked a man this time.

"Buy Pirelli's Miracle Elixir soon sprouts curls. Wanna buy a bottle mister?" The kid sang.

"What is this?" Mr. Todd asked again.

"Smells like piss."

"Smells like…ew!"

"I wouldn't touch it if I was you dear."

"This is piss. Piss with ink."

"But Pirelli's activate hair stemmer

"Keep it off your boot sir, eats right through."

"Get Pirelli's use a bottle of it ladies seem to love it."

"Flies do too."

Apparently this was an advertisement for a barber shop's product, and this was a big competition for Mr. Todd. I was still blushing from the language the two of them had been using. He held me tight to his hip when he leaned over to the man smelling the yellow liquid in a bottle.

"Don't use that mate."

"Oh definitely not." Mrs. Lovett agreed.

"What do you think dear?" Sweeney asked me. I felt like I was the person on stage now, the young child was looking at me hopefully as he pulled his hat down to reveal long blonde locks and Sweeney was sending me a message with his meaningful eyes.

"I think its piss and ink in a bottle too!" I exclaimed. Sweeney nodded patting my lower back.

Soon there was a rustle of covers as the stage's curtains opened and an Italian man stepped out of the small room. The child stepped back and stood by the chair that was off on the side.

"Who says my Magical Pirelli Elixir is piss and ink?" The man that stepped out carried a strong Italian accent. I raised my eyebrows nervously and Mr. Todd rubbed up and down my back gently but a bit faster. The man must have been Signor Pirelli himself; he was wearing a big bright blue tunic, with many strips of clothes hanging from his neck, he looked like a gigantic rooster. His hair was black and slicked into a braided bun on each side of his head; he had a black mustache to match his Italian composure.

"I did!" Mr. Todd said loudly. A murmur spread throughout the crowd and my eyes widened, I was scared.

"I said that your product is piss and ink in a bottle. It's a sham." More murmurs at his language made me shiver. Mrs. Lovett grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards her, I was disappointed I had liked the attention he was giving me.

"I hear a challenge!" Pirelli exclaimed.

"I think you've got a deal. If I can give a man here a cleaner and faster shave then you give me 5 pounds and admit that your product is a sham." Sweeney answered confidently.

"And if I win?"

"It's 5 pounds to you and my razor blades." He brought the set up to Pirelli and showed him his precious razors.

"You've got yourself a deal Mr.…?"

"Todd. Sweeney Todd."

"Who's up for a penniless shave?"

"Tiffany!" My eyes snapped up to look at Mr. Todd on the stage, I felt kind of guilty, he was up there taking my blame after all.

"Come on Tiffany go help Mr. Todd." Mrs. Lovett gave me a shove and I walked quickly up to the stage.

"Just hold this out for me and I'll clean my blade on this handkerchief please." He whispered into my ear letting his hair tickle me and his hot breath cause me to blush some more, apparently he wanted us to look like a experienced pair of barbers who had done this before….this ought to be challenging.

"Yes sir." I nodded and he smirked.

"Beadle!"

"Yes sir?" The man called Beadle answered. He was wearing tight black pants with a white shirt under a brown leather over coat. His hair was white and stringy under his brown leather top hat. His eyed were beady and blue and he was holding a small golden stick that would swing out into a walking/beating stick. The man that had I had been forced to call 'master' at the asylum had one matching the Beadle's.

"Would you like to be the judge?"

"Aye that'd be quite fine." Beadle stood off to the left of the stage as Pirelli started to talk to the crowd about what he was going to do as he shaved the man's face.

"Maybe we should start Mr. Todd?" I questioned him hopefully as I held the sharpening belt our for him. He nodded and started to sharpen the razor. My eyes brows raised and I gripped the belt tighter, I was nervous. I felt bad for the kid who was getting his already cut fingers skinned because Pirelli didn't care, he was too busy with the crowd. Mr. Todd was now lathering the man's face up, but when somebody asked Pirelli if he could sing like the kid selling his lotion could, he held out the longest and highest note I've heard from a man and Mr. Todd was finished in a few swipes of the blade. Pirelli finished the note to applauds of the crowds, he bowed thinking it was for him but the man called 'Beadle' started to talk.

"The winner is Todd!" Mr. Todd smiled at me and winked as Pirelli handed him the 5 pounds he had owed us. Pirelli also grabbed the child by the gruff off the neck and literally kicked him into the curtained enclosed room. I heard a few screams coming from inside and I gasped.

"Isn't somebody going to help him!" I screamed at the crowd with my hand facing the curtains. More yelps came from behind the curtains and tears filled my eyes.

"Control your apprentice Todd and get off the stage!" Somebody screamed from the crowd. He looked at me angrily, I had made a mockery of him.

"Watch your tongue Tiffany!" He grabbed my wrist almost violently but I knew he wasn't angry by the way that he rubbed his thumb affectionately around my wrist making circles, it was all a publicity stunt…that was all it was.

He pulled me through the crowd pretending to be in a angry rush but then stopped and handed me off to Mrs. Lovett as if I needed a babysitter. I guess they didn't believe they could trust me yet, they owned me. Mr. Todd was walking towards the Beadle, and they both looked back at the two of us so I kept my head down. I knew they were talking about me.

"Tiffany! You just lost good business for Mr. T!"

"Is it my fault that I couldn't stand to see another human being treated like that?"

"He's not our apprentice he has nothing to do with you, so drop it."