The boutique was an example of luxury with its cream-coloured walls, soft velvet chairs, and gentle classical music playing from hidden speakers.
There were no price tags in sight, meaning it was the kind of place where everything was so expensive that if you had to ask the price, you clearly couldn't afford it.
Signora Bellini led them deeper into the space, past racks of carefully curated gowns, to a private room in the back. Several dresses were already laid out on a long, cushioned bench.
"I took the liberty of selecting a few pieces based on what Don Ferrante described over the phone," she said, gesturing to the display. "But of course, we can explore other options if none of these suit."
Mara stared at the gowns. Each one looked like it cost more than her uncle's gambling debt.
"Try them," Nico said, settling into a chair near the three-way mirror.
