because Skylar wouldn't know where to look for Seb's apartment. She, like Fiona before her, was impressed at the tastefulness of Seb's design and the privacy that the apartment offered within such a busy house.
“ I left a lot of clothes at my old apartment, but here's a good sample of them by what I brought along.”
Skylar went through each item silently. “From what I've seen of you, this isn't precisely your style.”
“ I don't really know what my style is. I've been wearing this kind of thing for years, and I'm not sure where to go from there.”
“ We can try a number of different things and see what works best. But I think you can do much better than this. I think that with your hair, you might look great in some bright colors.”
“ I really hate my hair.”
“ It's unique. If nothing else, it makes you memorable.”
“ Thanks. As far as clothes, I'm willing to try anything you think might work. I need to look good for these publicity events Melanie's got planned for one thing, and I'd like to just change my style for another.”
“ Then let's go.”
The first place Skylar took her was a department store.
“ We'll get a good idea where start from here,” she explained, smiling as she walked towards what seemed to Fiona like an endless number of displays and racks. She paused, and Skylar saw it. “Don't worry about it. If you can deal with Seb and Dymphna, you can deal with a department store. Trust me.”
“ Alright. Let's see what we can do.”
Two hours later, Fiona was really enjoying herself. They had been thorough in trying a variety of colors and styles then refining it into something that really worked on her. Then they went back through and got more clothes that would look great on her based on what worked in the first round of dressing room visits. They went through three department stores before Skylar pronounced them done. She invited Fiona back to the Manor, and she gladly went. The interview wouldn't be today, so she didn't need to be at the Coven House right then.
“ That was better than I expected. And I've got some great clothes to show for it.”
“ You look awesome in those outfits too.”
“ I didn't realize shopping could be so intense,” Fiona said, stretching her legs out on the footrest. “I honestly don't know what I would have done without your help.”
“ Well thanks, but I think you would have done fine. Not as well,” she winked, “but fine. We should do this again sometime.”
Fiona laughed. “Neither my feet nor my wallet could take it too soon.”
“ We did spend a bundle of cash. Sorry about that.”
“ No need to be. I've been kind of hoarding it while figuring out if I wanted to spend it for a while now. You helped me with a good reason to let go of some of my nest egg, and I'm happy with the results.”
“ Good. I have access to all Leo's bank accounts and such, but I always feel weird about using them. But at the same time, he approves of everything I've bought and encourages me to use it if I need it. He's been kind of the same way where he worked for more than enough money but never spent it as fast as he made it. I've got to say, I'm jealous. I've never been that way. Though with the moderate success of my cookbook, I could be headed that way myself, come to think of it.”
“ It's tricky, but I got into such a rut that it was hard to get out. Then Seb came along and I reevaluated what I was doing.”
“ That can certainly be a good thing sometimes.”
“ Yeah. To be honest, I'm not sure that I like giving up my independence to the extent that I have. And I know that if I let it happen, soon enough, I'll lose all of my independence.”
“ You shouldn't think about it like that. Perhaps if you tried thinking about it as gaining a new role for yourself with new abilities and responsibilities, you'd appreciate it more than if you think about how you're giving up the single life. I've been married to Leo for about a year now, and I