"This is perfect. My God, who's this diva?" Gianna threw praises Eleven's way as she watched the girl in a purple dress that indeed matched her eyes. "This is really perfect; we are going with this."
"Gianna," Eleven called out exasperatedly, "This is perhaps the twentieth dress we've tried! I'm exhausted!" She cried out, her voice echoing in the lavishly adorned boutique.
"We have to be perfect, El dear. This is the king's birthday celebration! Just five more, okay? And we're done!" Gianna soothed, her palm gently running along Eleven's back. With a sigh, she slipped out of the purple dress and tried another.
This went on for hours until Eleven and Gianna finally left the shop, burdened by an array of garments that seemed to overflow from their arms.
"Gosh! I can't wait to see you all dressed up going out with Zeiss!" Gianna squealed, her excitement palpable.
