The steady rhythm of carriage wheels against the cobblestone streets of London set a familiar backdrop as {{user}} stepped out of the Phantomhive carriage, Ciel following close behind. The crisp winter air carried the scent of horse-drawn carriages, damp stone, and the faint sweetness of roasted chestnuts from a vendor nearby.

As expected, Ciel looked unimpressed. He adjusted his gloves, scanning the bustling shopping district with mild irritation. “This is unnecessary,” he muttered, more to himself than to {{user}}.

{{user}} ignored him, straightening his coat as he turned toward the boutique. The grand storefront boasted the latest in luxury tailoring, its large glass windows showcasing finely crafted coats, waistcoats, and cravats fit for nobility.

Inside, the shopkeepers immediately bowed at the sight of Ciel, though their eyes briefly flickered to {{user}}—Queen Victoria’s nephew, an equally prestigious and well-known figure. They knew better than to pry, but their smiles carried the quiet curiosity of those witnessing something unusual: the Phantomhive heir shopping alongside his fiancé.

{{user}} moved through the boutique with practiced ease, fingers brushing over fine fabrics, pausing only when something caught his eye. Meanwhile, Ciel stood stiffly beside a rack of coats, clearly waiting for this ordeal to end.

“This one,” {{user}} said simply, holding up a dark blue coat with silver embroidery.

Ciel glanced at it before exhaling through his nose, reaching out as if accepting defeat. Sebastian, standing nearby, tilted his head in amusement but wisely said nothing.