"Antoinette, are you sure this looks good on me?"
"...M-Mr. Voice?"
The owner of the fancy store, Mr. Weber, almost choked on his words as he saw the golden haired boy that just stepped out of one of the fitting rooms.
"Mr. Voice!?", suddenly, all the guests who were listening in could not help but walk nearer to the commotion as their curiosity reached its peak.
"That's Mr. Voice?"
"Oh my, I didn't know Mr. Voice was such a handsome young man"
The other guests could not help but comment as they drew closer and closer to the men's section, wanting a front row seat to the action.
The senior attendant, however, was drowning in her own sweat. Out of all the people she could have disrespected, why would it be them!? It's not her fault that the two were wearing such shabby clothes!
"...What's going on?", Viel, who just got out of the fitting room, could not help but tilt his head in confusion.
