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THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"What about these? Hmm? Think they'd fit you like they were made for it."
Sera's shoulders tensed slightly at the bright excitement in Madamé Cathy's voice. The older woman had just stepped off a flight from abroad, and this was her idea of a morning greeting-holding dresses up to Sera's frame, fingers adjusting fabric as she pictured how it would drape. Even without seeing them, Sera could tell from the weight and cut that these were nothing like her usual clothes-finer, more tailored, meant to catch eyes.
"Uh... Ma'am Cathy-"
"Momma. Call me momma, dear." The correction was gentle, a finger tapping Sera's wrist.
