Amara adjusted her sunglasses, her reflection in the store's opulent glass window smirking back at her. "Paris, the city of romance and overpriced couture. Shall we?"
Elara, standing beside her, raised an eyebrow. "You're acting like you're on the cover of some luxury magazine. Are we shopping, or is this your audition for 'The World's Most Pretentious Billionaire'?"
"Why not both?" Amara shot back, pushing open the door to the boutique. A soft chime announced their arrival, and a sales associate glided toward them with the kind of practiced grace that only existed in high-end retail.
"Bienvenue," the associate said, her tone polished yet somehow condescending. "How may I assist you today?"
Amara tilted her head, flashing her most insincere smile. "We're here to spend an obscene amount of money. Lead the way."
Elara stifled a laugh behind her hand. "You're ridiculous."
