Chapter 10: Étoile and Aurelia
The sleek car slowed to a stop in front of a boutique that looked straight out of a movie. Its polished white exterior and massive glass windows showcased minimalist mannequins dressed in magazine-worthy outfits. Above the entrance, the name Étoile glowed in elegant gold script under the morning sun. Cielle squinted at it, her stomach sinking slightly.
“This is why I won’t be wearing these clothes for long?” she muttered, piecing things together. A small wave of disappointment hit her, but she shook her head. Get it together, Cielle. You’re acting like a hormonal teenager. Ew.
As they walked in, the automatic doors opened to release a luxurious scent—a mix of fresh peonies and something musky and expensive. Inside, the boutique gleamed. Rows of impeccably
