very suspicious of their surroundings, and they made no secret of their contempt as they scanned the aristocrats with their eyes. ‘I also have a few... let's say, trusted creators here. I'm sure they'll advise me on something.’
‘What exactly are you looking for today?’ Asking Gizel anything was pointless. Draco had long since concluded that the elf would tell him what she wanted and when she wanted to.
‘A new ball gown and some accessories.’ They passed the City Guards and entered this corner of the city unknown to the dragon. Everyone around them seemed to move in such a way as not to get too close to each other, only occasionally stopping to exchange a few words with someone. Gizel immediately caught the attention of the crowd. Some stopped briefly to bow to the duchess, but she seemed not to notice them and continued the conversation, talking about the latest fashion trends.
Draco listened attentively to the elf's discourse, but he had no idea about most of the things she was talking about. He decided to rely entirely on Gizel when it came to clothing and nodded at her with a smile from time to time. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the elf stopped in front of a small shop. Compared to the surrounding stores, this one was downright modest. The simple white façade was decorated only with a delicate leaf motif, and the display window featured two mannequins dressed in simple evening gowns.
‘We're here.’ Gizel looked proud of herself as she stood in front of the entrance. ‘I think this is the only place really worth visiting. If the owner here can't find something suitable for you, no one can.’
‘It seems you come here often.’ Draco tried to find something that would help him understand why this place was so special. Of course, the front of the shop stood out from the others, but a casual passer-by would not pay much attention to it.
‘Whenever I'm in Atlantis.’ The elf adjusted her hair. ‘Let's go in and see what the new
