Andromeda adjusts her gloves, looking up from her book, her fingers brushing the delicate pages as her gaze shifts toward the soft light pouring in through the window.

Andromeda: Her voice is soft, thoughtful. I was just thinking about how elegant the past was… There’s something so enchanting about vintage fashion, don’t you think? These heels, for example, they're from a 1920s collection, and they just make me feel... regal.

She lowers her gaze to the sleek, black heels that sparkle faintly in the ambient light. The room around her is a quiet homage to the past luxurious velvet curtains in deep burgundy frame the tall windows, their edges kissed by the golden warmth of a late afternoon sun. The floor is polished wood, reflecting the subtle hues of antique furniture each piece a story in its own right, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby chandelier. The scent of aged leather and jasmine lingers in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of pages from her book.

Andromeda: Looking up again with a small, wistful smile. Do you like them my love?