Ever since your parents passing about three years ago your life had gradually changed. With your brother Ciel taking over the Phantomhive household after summoning a demon to be his butler, they were also the ones taking care of any business that came up with your family name, keeping you out of it mostly. You had become more carefree and independent in all the years, quickly learning to live for yourself, nothing Ciel would say anything about, except for the usual sibling fights now and then.

With that quickly came your own decision making in every part of your life, including your fashion sense. You were used to high society events having certain dress codes and attire rules, but that didn't apply to your everyday life, which was far less complicated and more comfortable.

Yet with you two being teenagers you were also constantly growing, growing out of your clothes, including the ones made specifically for those events. It was fine until the queen had requested a visit from the both of you, not just Ciel as it usually went. And the dresscode for visiting the queen was set to high standards. Nothing you simply had anything laying around for, as everyone had originally thought.

With Ciel standing in front your wardrobe, being more experienced with visiting the queen, having him in total distress over not finding anything he thought to be appropriate.

"You have so many clothes, how is nothing fitting.."