The grand clothing boutique stood tall and imposing, its polished glass reflecting the golden hues of the late afternoon sun. Estella glanced at Crassus, who led her through the entrance with his usual commanding presence. The moment they stepped inside, a hush seemed to fall over the store as workers subtly turned their heads in recognition of the Alpha's presence.
Crassus wasted no time, guiding Estella toward the VIP section. The luxurious space was adorned with elegant chandeliers, plush seating, and displays of meticulously crafted gowns. As they entered, a well-dressed woman approached with a practiced smile.
"Mr. Crassus, you're here already," the manager greeted, clasping her hands together in delight. "We have your dresses ready."
Then her gaze shifted toward Estella, and a knowing gleam entered her eyes. "And is this your wife-to-be?" she asked, her tone warm.
