Q sifted through the fabrics, her fingers brushing against a soft piece of rose-colored satin that shimmered under the light. It was impossibly smooth, like water made tangible, and she couldn't help but run her hand over it again. Just as she was about to pick it up, Lady Orita's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Miss Weston," Lady Orita said, her tone polite but firm, "That selection is not for you."
Q froze, her hand hovering over the fabric.
"Not for me?" she repeated, glancing up in confusion. "Then... who's it for? Juliette?"
Lady Orita inclined her head.
"Yes, but not only Miss Grey. This selection is reserved for those with three stars."
Q blinked, her brow furrowing. "Three stars?"
Lady Orita's sharp eyes softened slightly, as if she'd expected the question.