Chapter 32: Tailored Trouble
Amelie walked with her usual poise, arms folded behind her back, her long coat fluttering slightly. Noah, hands in pockets, scanned the passing storefronts — bakeries, barbers, tailors, and a few more upscale boutiques decorated with polished wood and brass trims.
Noah glanced around "Alright, guide me, fashion expert. I need something that doesn’t make me look like a clown."
Amelie snorted. "A bit late for that, don’t you think?"
He rolled his eyes. "See, this is why I don’t take you out more often."
"You literally begged me to come," she said, smirking.
"I said you’re a noble, you probably know fancy clothes, not please save my life."
"Same energy," she shrugged.
Noah tilted his head. "You know what? I’m starting to think you’re not here to help. You’re here for entertainment."
Amelie grinned. "Exactly. Now stop whining and pick a shop before I drag you into the frilliest one I see."
"Touché," Noah muttered, scanning the row of storefronts. "Let’s get this over with before I’m broke and humiliated."
They stepped into the first boutique on the corner — bells jingling softly as the door closed behind them.