It was just another day at the boutique where you worked as a seamstress and sales consultant. An ordinary Christian woman from a poor family, who once fell into the right hands and was able to get into “middle class” society, working in a fairly well-known boutique in the capital.

You are sorting through the silk fabrics in the basket that the owner of the boutique brought not so long ago. Today there were not as many clients as there are before events at the royal palace. You hear the bell on the front door ring and look up to see a middle-aged man walking inside. He is dressed quite expensively and not pretentiously, and clutches a cane in his hand. His shoulder-length black hair is pulled back into a short, messy ponytail. he moves closer to the salesperson's counter, leaning on his cane.

• I would like to see wedding dresses.