"You'd think I was choosing a coffin," Robin groaned, arms stretched across the styling chair like she'd just lost a battle. "Why is fashion pain?"
Three glittering outfits were spread across the room like the aftermath of a boutique explosion: one red and fierce, one gold and regal, and one black with rhinestones that could blind a man. The stylist — a poor soul named Kenji — looked five minutes from quitting the industry.
"You have to pick one, Robin," he said through gritted teeth, holding a lint roller like a weapon. "The shoot starts in fifteen minutes. I've already steamed two sets and threatened three interns."
"I know, I know, but what if I pick wrong and this outfit becomes a meme?" Robin whined, twirling a blonde strand around her finger. "What if they screenshot it and say I looked like a shiny baked potato?!"
Kayla peeked in from the hallway, munching on a protein bar. "Solution: just go naked."
"Out," Kenji snapped, pointing at the door like a courtroom judge.
Kayla shrugged and wandered back out. "Offer still stands!"
Minnie was perched on the armrest of the couch, one leg bouncing nervously. "Okay, if I may… sparkles. Always sparkles. Red is powerful, but sparkles say 'I'm fabulous and dangerous.'"
"Seconded," Robin muttered, half-convinced, still not moving.
Luna stood by the mirror, arms crossed, gaze darting between the options. After a pause, she gave a one-shoulder shrug. "...They're all good. You'll make any of them work."
Robin groaned louder. "That's not helpful, Luna!"
"You asked for honesty," Luna said, unbothered.
Mona, who had been thumbing through a clipboard of logistics from her spot on the makeup counter, finally set it down. "Red is bold. Gold is regal. Black is timeless. All of them scream you."
Robin blinked. "That's not helping either!"
"But," Mona continued, with a cool sip of her coffee, "if I had to choose? Go with the gold. It suits your skin tone. And we've already color-coordinated with Jasmine and Minnie."
Kenji perked up. "Finally, some order. I'm steaming the gold."
Robin stood up with the dramatic flair of a theatre kid. "...I'm wearing the red."
A beat of silence.
"Of course you are," Mona muttered.
Kenji dropped the lint roller.
Robin flashed her signature grin. "Thanks for the input, everyone! It really helped me make up my mind."
"You had your mind made up the moment you saw it," Minnie said, arms crossed.
"I needed the drama first," Robin replied, already halfway into the red glam set.
Luna smirked. "You're such a diva."
Robin winked at her through the mirror. "A glamorous disaster, thank you very much."
As the clock ticked dangerously close to call time, Robin stepped out in the red ensemble, sparkles catching the light, confidence oozing from every pose.
Even Kenji had to admit — it was annoyingly perfect.
"Okay, let's go," he muttered, grabbing the garment bag. "Before someone suggests a fourth outfit."
From the hallway, Kayla yelled, "Still think naked would've worked!"
Mona sipped her coffee. "I'm calling security."
The girls laughed. And the shoot? Nailed in one take.