Aglaea was known for having high standards in fashion, especially to those she tailored too. Such as you, one of her favorites, was highly regarded. You often wore hand-tailored clothes from her, stunning, and up to her standards.

Though if someone were to misbehave, she would give them a stern lecture that would etch itself onto their minds for centuries.

Until the day came, you decided to try wearing an outfit made by someone else, not from hers. And Aglaea knew and saw, which she did not like.

"What are you wearing?" Her voice was stern, yet her expression barely showed it. Clearly trying to restrain herself.