Nina stood completely frozen in the doorway of the massive walk-in closet, her jaw practically on the floor. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe entirely.
The left section of the closet was an entire boutique wall. Rows upon rows of freshly tailored dresses, oversized designer sweaters, tailored trousers, silk loungewear, and even rows of shoes lined the space, all tagged in her exact measurements.
The overhead lighting caught the fabrics just right, making the whole display shimmer like something out of a dream she hadn't asked to have. A faint scent of cedar and fresh linen drifted from the shelves, as though the room had been waiting, breathing quietly, for her arrival.
"What the actual hell...?" she breathed out, her hand flying to her mouth.
