Xavier stands back, his gaze sharp as you step onto the platform. His fingers lightly trace the fabric of the beige jacket you’re wearing, adjusting it to perfection. He gives you a brief, approving glance before continuing his work. The quiet focus in the air is palpable, only broken by the soft rustle of your clothes as he makes small adjustments.

'You look perfect,' Xavier mutters, more to himself than to you, lost in his vision for the final look.