Valerie was sitting on a soft couch, with various clothes; ranging from aristocratic to casual wear, surrounding her from both the sides.
A few seconds later...
Isabelle stepped out, wearing a grey and silver — bias-cut-gown. Turning her whole body, she checked herself.
"So how's it?" Isabelle questioned, while correcting the fluid like satin.
Valerie looked at her for a moment.
"It's good." She spoke, trying to maintain her concentration on the dress.
For a good reason — Valerie didn't know much about fashion, and feedbacks that were to be given to a person, especially Isabelle.
But even for her, the dress looked quite exquisite. Even she could tell that the design was artistic and brilliant, as it draped around Isabelle's body, hugging her like a second skin.
Isabelle straightened the creased silk near her bust, and blinked. "That's it. Shouldn't it be like I look hot or enticing?"
"...."
Seeing Valerie's expression, Isabelle grinned.
