72 Clothes and hidden allergies

AT THE SAME TIME

WANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW:

Less than fifteen minutes later, we found ourselves surrounded by tailors in a large fitting room, each carrying a terrifying amount of lace, silk, and embroidery. Michael, standing near me, looked tense.

"I don't know why, but I have a really bad feeling about this." Michael groaned.

"You should." Isabella muttered. "They're about to measure every single inch of us."

One of the tailors, an elderly woman with sharp eyes, snapped her fingers, and suddenly two assistants appeared, armed with measuring tape. Before any of us could protest, chaos erupted.

"That is too tight what are you- ow. Stop touching me like that."Xavier groaned.

"I can undress myself, thank you wait, why are there so many pins?!" Michael groaned.

Terremce at the same time was almost physically dodging a needle as they marked his suit.

"I swear if you stab me-"He said.