. A few of the men exchanged subtle, questioning glances, their sheer veils swaying as they clearly wondered why a woman dressed like a dockworker had wandered into a high-end boutique.
Heena, however, paid absolutely no attention to their curious stares. She hadn't come here to conform to local expectations, and she certainly wasn't going to let a few bewildered looks ruin her shopping experience.
She bypassed the colorful displays of men's fashion entirely, walking with calm, measured steps straight to the main counter.
"Excuse me," Heena said straightforwardly, addressing the female shopkeeper who was currently organizing a stack of embroidered collars. "Where is the women's section?"
The shopkeeper looked up, blinking in mild surprise at the direct question. Her sharp eyes did a rapid, professional sweep of Heena's attire—taking in the frayed edges of the wool cloak and the coarse, cheap linen tunic visible at the collar.
