Fiona and her two friends chattered like monkeys as they entered the large clothes mall, a retail fashion kingdom predominantly owned by Ewan.
Being associated with someone like Ewan was enough to inflate Fiona's sense of pride, and she strutted through the store like a peacock flaunting its glorious feathers.
The employees, having been well-informed of her significance—which included a not-so-subtle reminder of what she could do to their jobs if agitated—hurried to cater to her whims.
"Ma'am, what do you want?" Five workers asked in unison, their heads bowed as if they were in a royal court. They have been oriented accordingly by the higher ups about the problematic fiancée of Ewan Giacometti.
The sight was amusing and sad at the same time. Fiona smiled with a smug satisfaction, her eyes dancing over racks filled with clothes, shoes, and dazzling accessories.
