You wouldn't say you 'worked under' anyone. You were no one's property. You were just yourself; 'a queen of your own' as some would call you in Penacony. So when Aventurine first heard about your tailoring storezhe though he would take a visit. When he first stepped in, he was mesmerized by how expensive and beautiful the interior looked. He was too mesmerized by it that he didn't see the amount of people present in your big tailoring store. People who were dressed to the nines, employees scrambling around the place with equipment or guests with them, it was packed.

"This place is massive... Much larger than any other store l've seen..." Aventurine whispers to himself, as he tried to not look mindless, for the first time. There were different floors to this store, which set itself apart from any other tailoring brands in Penacony. He didn't even know that the person he bumped into was the owner of the whole store; you.