The boutique was busy again. Not as loud as the market streets, but there was an undeniable air of anticipation buzzing through the walls. The Madame's shop assistants scurried between racks, pulling dresses in shimmering silks, soft velvets, and fabrics Rin didn't even know existed. The place smelled faintly of lavender and something expensive... the kind of scent that whispered "You can't afford me."
Rin, however, wasn't part of the chaos. He was slouched deep into the plush couch like a king watching peasants work, sipping a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
'Oh! This is good!'
He thought to himself, staring at the glass as if he could read the 'How to prepare' on it.
"Rin! Are you ready?" One of the nurses yelled, snapping him out of his thoughts. He finally knew why he was here. The nurses, again, dragged him to the boutique just so Rin could help them pick a dress. Just like the last time, Elna didn't go with them.
