Emily's pov
"Welcome!" a tall, lanky Fae beamed at us, enthusiastically opening the glass door of his shop, Modehaus von Hoffman, or von Hoffman's Fashion House, as Xavier had translated. “Eure Majestät, what a pleasure to have you here again. I see you brought some friends,” he added, peering at me and Maddie, who had tagged along. Xavier had a really nice fashion sense, yes, and we were at an haute couture tailor, but ... another girl's opinion was always a must have on a shopping trip, and right now, Maddie was the closest thing to a friend I had.
"Hi, Arthur," Xavier smiled as we stepped in. "I'm here to pick up my aunt's dress and... for her," he said, pushing me forward. "We're holding a ceremony for her entering the pack, and she needs something fitting".
The tailor's eyes lit up
