They had asked Marie to write an editorial about fashion on a budget and as annoyed as that made her, the possibility of doing an editorial herself did excite her.
She wended her way through the racks, wondering if she could ever actually manage to exist wearing clothes made from...polyblend. The idea made her shudder a little and as she turned from the racks to search for absolutely anything else, she spotted someone she recognised.
Marie was in the fashion industry and of course she would know that face anywhere. With a grin of relief, she made her way over to the woman, recognising immediately that she was an immortal too. "Hey! You're Portia Erthal, aren't you?"