"Jess, my dear!"
An Asian woman with a bob haircut in her thirties, but with the body of someone in her twenties, welcomed her as soon as she stepped into one of her favorite stores on Rodeo Avenue.
She pulled her behind a thick Victorian curtain that revealed a private room for all the exclusive customers of the famous boutique.
The room looked nothing like a clothing store. It looks like a salon of the Victorian era where women had attendants who catered to their needs.
Jess was led to a small sofa and a woman dressed in a black dress placed a glass of pink champagne to the table next to her chair.
"What's the occasion?" Florence surveyed her looks while she slumped on the chair. She grimaced in disapproval at her outfit.
"I was at school," she explained the clothes she was wearing.
"I see. You are still playing the life of a commoner." she clapped her hands and two women emerged from one of the walls pushing inside the room a clothing rack full of beautiful clothes.
