The ship’s boutique was nothing short of breathtaking — chandeliers of crystal light shimmered across walls lined with silks, lace, and velvet. Mannequins dressed in gowns of every shade stood beneath spotlights, glittering like jewels in a treasure vault.
Alexia stood in the middle of it all, her eyes widening slightly. “You weren’t kidding when you said they had a selection.”
Margaret grinned, already plucking dresses off hangers like she was on a mission. “Selection? Darling, this place is a wonderland. The problem isn’t finding something beautiful — it’s stopping at just one.”
Alexia chuckled softly as Margaret thrust a deep emerald gown against her front, squinting. “Hmm… stunning color, but wrong cut for your frame. You’re too petite; we need something that shows off those curves
