Working at the boutique was incredibly exhausting. Stella alone, of course, couldn't cope, she had a couple of assistants who also barely made it to the deadline. Therefore, Stella sometimes had to call Astrid for help. Honestly, sometimes a woman felt guilty for limiting her girlfriend on weekends. They stood together near the table where Stella was sketching new outfits, this time it was a purple dress with a neckline on the leg and details, making the garment look like a peacock. The woman thoughtfully bit the end of a pencil, and skeptically examined her work, and after that, Stella smiled, resting her head on Astrid's shoulder*

"What do you think?"