Ivy Collins remained as composed as ever, nodding thoughtfully. “You’re right. So, what color do you think I should choose?”

Luna Brown smiled faintly, as though deliberating, and pointed toward a brown coat not far away. “I think that one would suit Mr. Lancaster well.”

She gestured toward a few other items. “Those could work too.”

Ivy walked over, picked up the clothes Luna had suggested, and turned to Ethan. “Do you like ...