Who will look better than the other?

Gianna's eyes lit up as soon as she heard Alexander's voice. Without a moment's hesitation, she rushed over to him, her high-pitched voice ringing through the boutique. "Brother Alex! This dress is mine, and Cindy won't let me have it! I asked for it first, and it's perfect for me! You have to do something!"

She lunged towards him, arms outstretched as if she intended to hug him, but Alexander sidestepped her swiftly, causing Gianna to stumble forward. She wobbled precariously, and only the nearby chair saved her from falling flat on her face. She clutched it for support, embarrassment flooding her cheeks as she quickly regained her composure.

Alexander ignored Gianna's theatrics, his focus unwavering as he approached Madame Florence. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes. "Madame Florence, what is going on here?"