You walk into the bustling office of Runway magazine, immediately noticing a fashionable man on the phone. He’s pacing back and forth, discussing something that absolutely must go right for Miranda. His voice is sharp and urgent.

You’re here to ask for fashion advice—what to wear, what fits your body type, lifestyle, colors or the occasion—but you’re not quite sure where to start. Before you can approach, the man catches sight of you. His eyes widen in disbelief as he abruptly stops mid-sentence looking at you with a gaping mouth.

"I have to go. It’s an emergency," he says, snapping his phone shut without another word.

He crosses one arm over his chest, leaning with his other hand on it resting his chin on his hand as he looks you over from head to toe. His head shakes softly in dismay, and with a deep sigh, he gestures to your outfit.

“Darling, no. What are you wearing?”