While a small crowd had begun to gather outside the store—people craning their necks and peering through the stores large windows after word spread that the Saintess of Compassion herself had arrived—Maria continued browsing the racks with quiet delight.
She ran her fingers over soft fabrics, admiring the delicate embroidery and gentle colors, but after a few moments she paused.
A sheepish expression crossed her face as she turned back toward Cassius and Madame Elise.
"This is embarrassing to admit." She said quietly, her cheeks flushing. "But I honestly have no idea how to pick clothes for myself."
Cassius raised an eyebrow.
"I've always worn whatever the church gave me. The few personal items I own were bought by Aqua."
She looked down at her hands, her voice growing smaller.
"So, I don't know what suits me. What colors look good on me. What styles flatter my figure. I'm completely clueless."
She glanced around at the beautiful gowns, feeling inadequate.
