"I have two maternal figures with impeccable taste," Ambryan retorted, clicking his tongue—a habit he may or may not have picked up from Eve. He picked up his tea. "I would be considered a disappointment if I can't live up to it."
Eve merely shook her head. She did a little twirl. The way the flowers blended together mesmerized her. The staff watched from the open doors. They had seen couples visit the store before. Rarely did they see both engaged in shopping for clothes.
Ambryan smirked. "So you do like it?"
"I… love it," Eve gushed, brown eyes sparkling at him. "Can I wear it for the rest of the day?"
"You still have to try the rest."
She glanced over her shoulder. The staff averted their gazes and busied among themselves. Even from this viewpoint, the doorway barely revealed the amount of clothes inside the other room. Her head slowly turned back to Ambryan.
