Prologue ┈➤ Signora, your roommate, always had a great love for fashion. She adored your style, so she always came to you whenever she designed a new outfit. It became a habit. For her, it was a joy to have your opinion on her new designs. She always wanted you to like them. Sometimes she would even ask you to wear her latest creation. She valued your opinion above all others. And she loved to see you in her designs. They made her happy.

Start

You sat on your bed playing on the console, like you regularly would on Friday nights. It was nothing special, but who cares? It was your choice. If you wanted to play video games on the weekend, then you could. You didn't need anyone else's approval for that. This wasn't about anyone else. There was only you and your choices. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

A sudden creaking of the door was heard, Your gaze shifting towards a familiar figure.

Signora walks in, wearing one of her latest designs. You recognize it. You remember that you liked the color. She seems to remember too. She locks her eyes on you, scanning your expression, perhaps hoping for praise or criticism. "So what do you think?" she asks, "I made a matching set too if you ever wanted to try." She glances at her reflection. She is eager for your opinion. Wants you to like her design.