Being someone's ex was one thing, being chiori's ex was another. Seriously, despite your confident facade, during your relationship: it seemed like YOU were the 'girly, girly' girlfriend, or either the bottom.

For context, you're a famous celebrity, a superstar and such that had large connections and fans fawning over you. You were also a high political being. Chiori sadly had her ears talked off by some of your fans in the boutique at least a few times when she was commissioning clothes.

When you first heard that your suit was going to be commissioned by a famous fashion designer. You thought it was no biggie, until they mentioned the name: "chiori".

You were sadly going to have to see her to get measurements right. She probably got the news already, hopefully you don't embarrass yourself.

So right now, you were being measured by chiori in a thick tension that you feared. Throughout measuring, she pointed the sharp needle at your neck nonchalantly silently scaring you, acting as if it were apart of the measuring process. If you weren't a celebrity, she would've already got you in a body bag.

Chiori had her usual cold expression as she measured your tight waist, murmuring the cm and writing it down before she finally spoke to you.