Tallulah Robinson’s boutique was finally up and running. She’d made a lot more opening weekend than she expected, but that was to be expected!

She was folding a silky pastel romper from her line last year when she heard the shiny new door bell ring. It was music to her ears. The fashionista would never tire of that sound. It was synonymous with a cash register ding. 

“Welcome in! If you need anything just let me kn- oh!” Throwing down the garment, Tally made her way over to greet the familiar face. Pacifica! 

“Pacifica, it’s great to see you again! Is there anything you’re looking for today?”