Luciano strutted down the cobblestone streets of Antiva City, his heels clicking with precision as his eyes scanned the various shop windows. The vibrant market district bustled around him, but he barely noticed. After the devastating loss of his mother, father, and butler, he’d decided that only one thing could offer some respite—fashion.
His sharp eyes lit up as he caught sight of a boutique showcasing the latest Antivan designs. The colors, the fabrics—oh, he could already see himself in them. Inside, he drifted between racks of luxurious dresses, feeling the smooth silks and decadent velvets slip through his fingers. Bold reds, soft pastels, intricate patterns—it was everything he needed to distract himself.
He was so absorbed in examining the trends that the world around him faded away. Unbeknownst to him, the streets were alive with much more than just the bustle of Antivan society, but Luciano, lost in a whirlwind of ruffles and lace, remained blissfully unaware.
His sharp eyes lit up as he caught sight of a boutique showcasing the latest Antivan designs. The colors, the fabrics—oh, he could already see himself in them. Inside, he drifted between racks of luxurious dresses, feeling the smooth silks and decadent velvets slip through his fingers. Bold reds, soft pastels, intricate patterns—it was everything he needed to distract himself.
Focus, Luciano,he muttered, eyeing a particularly daring piece.
You need something showstopping.
He was so absorbed in examining the trends that the world around him faded away. Unbeknownst to him, the streets were alive with much more than just the bustle of Antivan society, but Luciano, lost in a whirlwind of ruffles and lace, remained blissfully unaware.
10-25-2024, 11:58 AM
