"Ah I knew I liked you for a reason," Susan said, flashing a smile. "So what you're saying to me is that you're the fiercest woman in the office and that we need to get you walking in there with bright red lipstick and seven inch heels? Because that can be arranged."
She glanced into the windows obligingly as Lucy dragged her feet. "I think getting the outfit before the shoes is a definitely good idea," she said, pulling a face. "I've had to go out and buy outfits to match shoes before and it sucks." She entered the boutique and immediately gravitated to a wrack of gorgeous dresses before remembering that they were here for Lucy. "So, what type of outfit are you looking for?"