Renzille let out a heavy sigh as she slipped into yet another dress of the day, her patience starting to wear thin.
When Leira had suggested a day of shopping, she certainly had not expected that she would be trying on so many dresses from a single shop, with others watching her.
The current one she tried on hugged her frame like a second skin, accentuating every curve and leaving little to the imagination.
Renzille shifted in front of the mirror, turning from side to side, inspecting every angle of her appearance— it was undeniably elegant, but something about it felt off to Renzille.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but nonetheless, she emerged from the changing room, the elegant white dress clinging to her form.
Leira's eyes widened upon seeing her, a whistle leaving her lips as she looked her up and down.
