The Vault sat in the basement of Building A, all concrete and fluorescent lighting and the faint smell of new fabric mixed with sizing chemicals. Aurora walked in like she owned the place, Addison trailing behind while examining every surface with those violet eyes that missed nothing.
"Campus store first," Aurora announced, heading toward the uniform section like a woman on a mission. "Best place to get proper measurements done. Then we'll hit the boutiques if we need to."
"This is the cheapest option?" I asked, following her past racks of standard-issue blazers and dress shirts.
Aurora stopped and turned around, green eyes flashing with amusement. "The campus tailor works miracles for free if you're buying full sets. Plus they keep your measurements on file for future orders." She gestured at the pristine uniforms hanging in perfect rows. "Way better than guessing sizes at mainland shops."
Made sense. I just hadn't expected Aurora to think practically about my budget.
