Professor Lucien
Professor Lucien had already disappeared beyond the curtain, out of earshot, leaving me stunned and half-dressed in couture I had no business wearing.
Marie chuckles under her breath. “Alright then, you’ll need to leave your address. I’ll personally bring everything to you.”
My eyes widen. “You can just package it for me, I'll carry."
She gives me a look—half amused, half apologetic. “I don’t think that would be possible…”
I raise an eyebrow. “Why not?”
She says it so casually, it takes a second to register.
“Because we have 306 different collections of casual wear.”