The boutique smelled faintly of rosewater and fresh fabric. Rows of satin, silk, and sequins caught the golden afternoon light, and Jean felt momentarily overwhelmed by the color and luxury.
Hannah, on the other hand, looked perfectly at home… already holding up two dresses against her own figure, debating out loud.
"Something bold, or something classic?" she mused, glancing back at Jean. "Actually, forget the classics. You are classic. Let's go with something that makes Logan's jaw drop."
Jean flushed lightly, pretending to check the hem of a nearby dress. "Hannah…"
"Don't you 'Hannah' me," she teased, wagging a manicured finger. "You know what tomorrow means. Father's party is half about business and half about showing the world what kind of power couple you two are."
Jean hesitated, her gaze drifting over delicate lace and bold, deep colors.
"You think Logan expects something… flashy?"
