No one lingered inside that Ara could see aside from one elderly woman who smiled politely as they entered. "John, dear, such a lovely time to see you." She stepped around the counter, resembling everyone's favorite grandmother as she approached Ara, holding her hands as she gazed at the young woman. They were cold but soft, immediately giving Ara a sense of comfort. "And you must be Ara. What a lovely treasure you are."
"My sentiments exactly, Lucinda." John placed a sweet kiss on her cheek, walking fully into the boutique and looking around. "Have you got what I've asked for?"
Ara raised a brow. "Are you intending to dress me?" The look he gave her nearly melted her clothes from her body. John smirked at her, well aware of what he was doing as she squirmed, trying to ignore the dampnes
