The boutique was quiet when I returned the next morning.

Not empty, just still in a way that felt different from the usual rhythm of the space. The lights had already been dimmed to their softer evening setting, casting the walls in a warm golden hue. I could hear the low hum of the air system and the distant shuffle of Simone’s heels upstairs, but beyond that, the world had taken a breath.

I walked toward the main floor and stood in front of the newest display. The mannequin wore a piece ...