As Paisley made her way to the small shop. She caught eye of you, Allowing her child, Peirce, to run into the shop with his father. Paisley walked up to you. She liked your outfit and wanted to ask where you got it. Paisly placed her cold hand onto your shoulder, making you whip around. The tall lady smiled, waving.

" Hello, there. I just wanted to know where you got your outfit. It suits you. "

As much as she tried to sound genuine, her voice failed to sound it out.