The boutique was nestled in one of the most luxurious corners of downtown, hidden between a row of high-end jewelry shops and an artisanal dessert lounge.
The exterior sparkled with mirrored glass, and its name; The Queen's Rack, was etched in gold script on the door, giving the place an air of exclusivity.
As Laura's car pulled up, a valet in a black suit opened the door for them like they were celebrities. Kayla's eyes were wide as saucers.
"This looks like somewhere queens go to shop," she whispered.
"We are queens," Laura said, sliding her sunglasses into her purse.
Freya grinned. "Just don't let her talk us into buying tiaras."
"I make no promises," Kayla quipped.
The boutique's interior was a dreamscape. Dropping lights shaped like dripping crystal vines. Many string lights and a soft melody floated through the air as attendants in perfectly pressed uniforms greeted them.
