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❝I-I see.❞ Standing up, Seiko headed over towards her supply shelves, standing on her toes to reach her many shades of yellow. Heading back to the desk, she laid them all out visibly--she had many. Hues ranging from dark to pastel--THE FASHIONISTA HAD IT ALL.
Children--Seiko had a soft spot for them. Well, that was putting it lightly. Finding the correct shade, the fashionista held it up for the stranger. ❝T-This shade, then?❞ she questioned, setting it back down as she went to find her lace.
❝S-So--what’s f-for the DRESS f-for?❞ Usually when people--ESPECIALLY CHILDREN--wanted to commission a dress from her, it was for a wedding or a formal dinner with family--maybe even an ENGAGEMENT PARTY. ❝I-Is it for a party? W-Wedding? E-Engagement p-party? F-Formal dinner? O-Or is it just for c-casual wear?❞
