...She immediately drew the glances upon her.

She realized it from the very first moment they took off the paper strips, revealing  gradually  the  dolls in the shop window.
Sometimes they baffled her too the dolls in the shop window. Even if they were in a hurry, they always stopped to admire her. Even if they didn’t suit them, they always bought the clothes she was wearing. Even if they had so many things to talk about, they always talked about her in the end.

And yet they were so different! She often wondered how they could see themselves in her place...
She, was standing. They, were passing by.
She, was selling. They, were merely shopping.

They admired her and she was gazing at them!
She was a woman, and they were mere dolls in the shop window!

She was in the center, and they were lost at the edge of the world...

Pathetic dolls!
So glad they did not belong to her world! So glad they could never belong to her world...

That someone thought of placing that glass....