Aria peeled herself off Damien's chest. She smoothed down her frumpy beige trench coat, adjusted her mousy brown wig, and plastered on a bright smile.
"Oh! Hi! A brochure would be lovely!" Aria squeaked, stepping out from behind the faceless mannequins. "We are so sorry! We were just... checking the lighting! From the street view! We want to make sure the tulle really pops under the evening streetlamps. Right, Greg?"
She elbowed Damien hard in his padded ribs.
Damien cleared his throat. "Right. The lighting."
The consultant, whose nametag read Penelope, blinked slowly.
"I see," Penelope said. "Well... are you currently shopping for a gown?"
"We are!" Aria chirped, linking her arm through Damien's. "We're newly engaged!"
Penelope's eyes dragged over both of them. She did not understand how this frumpy, bland woman had secured a ring and she was still single.
"Right this way," Penelope sighed as she gestured toward the main floor.
