Kafka stepped through the boutique's aisle toward the far end, where June and Olivia stood at a display that might as well have been in its own special section of the shop.
The bras hanging here weren't just large, they were massive, the kind of size that made everything else in the store look like it belonged in a children's department. A solid wall of lace and satin, cups big enough to serve fruit salad in, each piece clearly crafted for women with Olivia's kind of curves.
June was in full professional mode, scanning the rack with a keen eye and a measuring glance at Olivia's frame. She reached for a deep burgundy bra with delicate frills along the edges and held it up.
"This one..." June said with confidence, her voice warm. "This color will look incredible on your skin tone. And these frills here?" She gave a small smile. "Perfect for adding a touch of softness to that royal aura you've got."
