Well, if Marie had done such a good job with the dress, she supposed she could trust he judgement. After a moment consideration, checking the dress out in the mirror once more for good measure, she nodded finally.
“Alright, fine. Let’s do color,” she said, though that came with a few caveats. As these things usually did when stepping outside one’s comfort zone. “ Just something small though. No pink. Nothing too girly. Can you handle that?”
“Other than that though, go wild.” The world was Marie’s oyster. Within the confines of Cece’s demands and the inventory of the store, of course.