The fitting room suite at Maison Du Clos was the pinnacle of high-end luxury—plush cream carpets, muted gilded sconces, and heavy, floor-length velvet curtains instead of doors to ensure "an atmosphere of private lounge elegance."
Outside the heavy drape of Stall 3, the quiet chatter of two sales associates echoed down the polished marble aisle.
"Do we have the sheer silk robe in a small, or did Mrs. Vance take the last one?" one associate asked softly, her heels clicking rhythmically against the stone floor just a few feet away.
"Check the back drawer near the register," the second replied. "I'll be right back with the champagne refill for the VIP room."
Inside Stall 3, Sophia stood frozen in the center of a grand three-way mirror.
She was trying on a piece Mark had personally pulled
