Chapter 397: Selecting Clothes
“Over here, over here~”
The group walked down the bustling street. Lily and Alena waved from ahead, beckoning their companions to follow. It turned out they had found another good clothing store.
“Aren’t they tired?” Letis said beside her. Since morning, the group had visited several stores, trying on clothes one by one but still hadn’t decided on any. She used to have designers come directly to her home, creating designs according to her requirements, then bringing samples for her to see.
Among the companions, some were dazzled by the variety, thinking everything looked nice and couldn’t decide which to choose. Others felt something was missing.
Although they initially came for swimsuits, everyone ended up wanting to buy all kinds of clothes.
“These fabrics are nice, and the color combinations are good, but they feel too flashy, almost forced,” Letis commented.
The dress they had seen earlier was like that. The main fabric was light pink, with two delicate striped ribbons from the neckline to the waist, adorned with various colored gems. The cuffs were embroidered with gold thread and small white diamonds.
Or perhaps it was layers of sheer white gauze, barely visible, seemingly pure yet revealing a seductive aura.
“Bumansa thinks Letis means these clothes are more about decoration or showing off,” she added, and the group left the previous store.
Ubere’s streets were mostly beige, paved with V-shaped bricks. They seemed to be some kind of clay brick, slightly pale yellow. The edges of the bricks were worn from long-term use, giving them a somewhat rounded appearance. The gaps were filled with debris.
If you stepped on them wearing thin-soled shoes, you could feel the firmness of the ground, a result of constant use by carriages and pedestrians. Along the street, coconut trees were scattered.
Although they hadn’t decided on anything, Lolan Hill wasn’t worried. If necessary, she would make her own clothes. Instead, she found many things in Ubere city quite novel.
During their morning shopping, she saw many items unique to this era or environment, such as small fans in shops, some hand-cranked and others powered by magic crystals.
Mechanical typewriters with metal and wooden transmission rods and buttons could print neat ink letters, though slowly, they were clear and better-looking than handwriting.
Silver-tipped pens made of silver could draw clean, light gray lines on white paper or coated surfaces without ink. Some street artists sketched portraits for passing nobles and travelers to earn money.
These inventions made Lolan Hill marvel. Perhaps this was the inevitable progress of history; things that appeared during the Renaissance on Earth were now gradually becoming popular in the Ivar World.
Upon entering the store, the air became cool and comfortable. The two shop assistants quickly moved forward when they saw several customers arrive.
The male assistant wore a white shirt and dark green vest, moving a copper-bladed fan to the center and turning it by hand, causing a gentle breeze.
“Hello, ladies. What kind of clothes would you like to look at?” the female assistant approached to explain.
“Of course, we’re looking for clothes that suit us,” Lily raised her hand cheerfully, surveying the store full of clothes.
“Sure, most of our women’s wear is either casual or suitable for formal occasions,” the assistant introduced each style.
Compared to the previous store, this one offered much better quality clothes with a brighter style.
“Who makes these clothes?” Letis asked, feeling a bit fond of them.
“Our boss makes them.”
“Is the manager personally making them?”
Letis was surprised. Such a shop should hire tailors or purchase from elsewhere. Making them oneself would take so much time.
“This… probably because our boss likes doing it,” the assistant explained, recalling the boss’s enthusiastic figure with embarrassment.
“They suit me well,” Letis touched the fabric of one of the dresses, not very expensive but of decent quality, suitable for wearing out.
Lolan Hill also moved among the racks, comparing the neatly hung dresses with memories of styles from different eras.
Each dress usually had 2-3 colors, appearing quite comfortable. Some edges had slight patterns or lace, preventing them from being too plain and adding a youthful touch.
Some styles resembled those from recent times, limited only by the current fabric types. It would take the development of the petrochemical industry for clothes to become cheaper.
“Lolan, try this one,” her companions called out, pulling her over.
Cuti was surrounded, wearing a light blue dress with white edges. The main color was sea blue, with white accents at the edges and lining, creating a layered and dimensional look.
“Put on this hat~” Letis placed a sunhat on Cuti, instantly giving a beach vacation vibe.
“What do you think, Lolan? We’ve picked one out for you too,” they chattered.
Lolan Hill smiled seeing Cuti obediently sitting in the chair, letting herself be dressed.
“I’ll take a look,” she didn’t agree immediately.
“Ding-dong~ This one,” Alena took out a black and white dress.
The dress was mainly white, with a slightly fitted upper body, slightly raised shoulders, narrow sleeves, and a wide skirt. The waist had a large black bow, and the hem was like a flower drooping open. Black fabric flowers decorated the cuffs and hem, with two black ribbons hanging from the waist bow near the bottom, and small black bows decorating the white hem.
“It looks quite formal, like something for a banquet. It might not be suitable for everyday wear,” Lolan Hill whispered.
“No, if Lolan wears this in daily life, no one would find it odd,” Bumansa explained with a smile.
“Because Lolan looks around 16-17, the age when girls are at their best. Everyone will love it.”
Isn’t that a strange way to compliment someone? Something feels off. Will I always stay this young? The girl thought to herself.
(End of Chapter)
