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Andrea wraps the towel around her body and lets her long, dark hair hang down her back. Two uniformed servants walk behind her, staring boldly at her flawless skin and slim figure. “I’d like some privacy now,” Andrea says. “I don’t really like having people follow me.” One of the servants nods and opens to the door to the newly remodeled dressing room. She imagines it used to be Andrew’s but the room is feminine now. The walls are covered in light wallpaper with a subtle floral pattern and a soft shag carpet softens the hard marble floor. One wall is devoted entirely to shoes—hundreds of pairs of heels, sandals, flats, and boots hang from racks on the wall. Another wall has rows and rows of designer dresses. The third wall has skirts, pants, and tops. Scarves, hats, belts and other acce