Chloe sat on the edge of a plush velvet chair, the kind you’d only find in an opulent mansion like Starry’s. The room she was in could rival any high-end boutique, with racks of clothing that gleamed under the soft chandelier light. The designer, Sophia, a tall woman with sharp features and an air of superiority, was bustling around, her hands flitting through fabric like a bird pecking for food.
The assistant had left and Chloe had eventually been brought into the room where the designer had brought everything she had made for Chloe's body size.
Nothing from the rack had seemed good enough and now Chloe was there, having to go through this.
"These are beautiful," Chloe said, her fingers brushing against a simple, knee-length pastel dress. "This one seems perfect for tomorrow."
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