Amsilia entered the boutique her friends had been referring to for quite a while now. It had an air of sophistication and regality to it. The mannequins were adorned in high trendy fashion attires but what piqued her interest was, that most of them were vintage outfits, the kind Amsilia had been looking for.
They were not outrageous, not gaudy but simple and yet elegant. Perfect for a woman her age.
She was still enthralled by the variety of designs and fabric when a girl walked up to her dressed in a sage green pantsuit. She asked with a broad smile on her face.
"Good afternoon ma'am. May I help you?"
"Good afternoon, young lady. Yes, I am going to try some of these apparels. You have some good-quality ones. I am impressed." Amsilia was full of admiration.
Herself belonging to a prestigious family she had never been short on money. With the way her life had turned out, she knew she had to be self-sufficient. Not relying on her husband or son.
