The chime made some satisfying noise when Seven and I entered the store. I was greeted by hundreds of beautiful fabrics as I felt it- so smooth and soft to the touch. I want to give Deither a scarf he will be proud of wearing, I would love to see him smile when he sees it.
"Sana!" The younger twin exclaims as she popped in front of me, holding one specific roll of fabric in her little hands-- silk. "Can you make me a dress with this? Please?"
I giggled. "We did not come here so you could choose your type," I replied as I felt another to see if it is the perfect cloth for the scarf. No, it is too thin. Deither will still feel cold with this.
"But I really want this one though.." I hear her whisper as she pouted, looking down on the roll.
