Bellatrix
The shop is brightly decorated with all different colours of dresses along each wall. An arch that leads to the changing room has a curved sofa with a small step in the middle for you to stand on with a huge mirror in front with lights all around it. The whole place smells of expensive perfume and something I am not quite sure of.
The woman who owns the shop comes out and even though she speaks with a French accent, Mama had told us she was actually from a Fae colony south east of the City, but to be polite. The very woman in question comes out and it takes me my all not to laugh.
Madam Cheri, was about the same age as our parents, maybe older you can never know with the Fae. Her hair was black and in a very tight french roll, it almost made her eyes look like cat eyes. It w
