Caelia's fashion sense was a combination of her innate sense of aesthetics, her preference for comfortable clothes and flowing materials, and things she had seen in magazines or been recommended by salespeople. The nurses at the hospital had often given their magazines to the patients when they were done with them, and Caelia had used them to practice her German as well as learn about the outside world. Personal shoppers weren't just for the vain and style-less; they came in handy for the clueless as well.
"Not at all," she reassured him, feeling more relaxed around him than she did when she was alone in public. Caelia appreciated that he spoke aloud to her, understanding that it involved some measure of trust. To be honest, there wasn't much strange about his voice, at least to her, and it was easier than writing notes. Though she'd have gladly continued that, as well. "I'm looking forward to seeing where you picked for dinner," Caelia added before sliding into the passenger seat. Since her arrival in Scarlet Oak she'd been eating almost entirely from the room service menu or in the hotel's restaurant.