A few sales assistants nearby paused in their steps when they noticed Bella. Her presence was different from the usual rich clients—they could feel it.
"That's her?" one whispered behind a display of blush-toned gowns.
"She's adorable," another whispered back with a smile. "I thought the wife of Mr. Moretti would be…"
"More intimidating?" the first one guessed.
"Exactly. But she looks so cute…"
As Bella passed by, unaware of their hushed conversation, one of them quickly straightened a nearby mannequin's scarf and gave her a little nod, charmed by the simple innocence in her step.
"This way," Lina said, leading her toward the private dressing area. "We'll start with a few selections I picked ahead of time."
Bella nodded, still a little overwhelmed by the quiet glamour of it all. She tried to keep her shoulders straight and walk like a normal grown-up, but her eyes sparkled like a child in a candy store.
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