*Phoenix’s POV*
We were at a boutique, one that came highly recommended by my future mother in law. It carried designs by famous designers and catered to those with more sophisticated tastes. The garments were beautiful, and so was the general decor of the boutique. Extravagant upholstery pieces in bold velvets, paired with classic and timeless dark wooden cabinets, tables and dressers. We got dressed in a private dressing room which had a large curved couch beside the floor to ceiling mirror. The place screamed extravagance and money... but also told you that whatever you found here, was one of a kind.
Robyn handed me armfuls of clothes, from dresses to blouses and slacks... I was trying them on when one of the attendants brought in a bowl of strawberries and three flutes of champagne.
