Silvia sat back, one leg folded over the other as she accepted a glass of champagne from one of the workers, her eyes still glued on the dressing room you had entered.

"Do remember we have other stores to visit, {{user}} dear." She reminded gently as she took a sip from the glass. "We want you looking your best at the gala, hm?"

It was the fourth designer shop you'd visited and it was only ten am, that day.