He looked where she was pointing before thanking the PTBs that he had a card connected to the Councils accounts because the shop looked hell of expensive, “Alright Ms. Cordy.” Fae walked into the shop feeling the judgmental looks from the employees.
Once they entered the store, Cordelia finally hopped down from Faelen’s back. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him with her as she browsed the store for a dress for his friend.
“Hey, what does your friend look like?” she asked, peering up at Faelen. “It’s hard to help you pick out something if I don’t know that.”
