Hey babes! If you follow my other stories, you'll know I've been away for a while. I can't say that I'll begin updating my stories consistently, since I'm not going to make promises I don't know if I'll keep, but I will say that I've been bit by the writing bug recently.

I also recently picked up my copy of Style Savvy: Trendsetters from when the 3DS had just come out. I've always been quite the girly girl, so I played the hell out of that game when I was younger. For nostalgia's sake, I started a new game and I thought to make a story out of my playthough, so here it is I guess. . .

~ Genesis ~

The boutique was sandwiched between a small cafe/bakery and an even tinier diner. It's name: Mira Luna.

It looked to be a sophisticated place, and the mannequin in the window displayed quite a bold, street-style outfit. I stand there mesmerized.

"Amazing outfit, isn't it?" I hear from behind me. "I don't blame you for staring."

I turn to face a rather tall girl (taller than me anyway) with long brown hair and grey-blue eyes. Her classy makeup makes me think she could be a model.

"Well, that mannequin didn't dress herself, I promise you!" she says while trying to balance the large boxes she's carrying. "Styling an ensemble like that isn't easy. But I can tell just by looking at you that you know all about coordination!" She looks my outfit up and down. "Come inside for a second to see our selection of fashion items! And open that door for me, will you?"

"No problem," I say as I push open the door to the boutique. The inside of the store is just as bold and sophisticated as the outside. Some of the clothes hang from gold metal racks, others are folded into stacks on glass tables. The industrial metallic walls give the place a very distinctive glow. Overall, the place is dressed to impress (pun intended).

"Thanks! That was very helpful of you," the brunette says.

"It's really no trouble!" I say as I brush my hair behind an ear.

"So . . . welcome to Mira Luna, the most stylish boutique in town!" she says, gesturing to the store around her. "Of course, I'm the manager, so I'm probably biased. But we do sell some wonderful fashion items here."

"I see," I say, taking another look around to admire the clothes.

"Yeah, I normally have someone make deliveries for me, but my usual guy was out, so I had to do them myself!" she begins to ramble. "Oh, forgive my manners. . . My name is Michaela. I'm the manager here."

"Nice to meet you," I say, shaking her hand. "I'm Diana. Diana Terra."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Diana," Michaela tells me, smiling. "Ah, yes! Thanks for helping me with the door. Those boxes are heavier than they look!"

"Again, it was really no problem-"

"I simply must repay you somehow . . ." Just as she says this, the bell above the door rings. "Hm? A customer? Fantastic!" Michaela turns to check the door. "I have to go see if she needs anything. I'm devoted to my customers . . . Ah, the life of a shop manager!" She starts to ramble again before cutting herself off. "Ah, wait here a little while longer, okay? I'll be right back!"

As Michaela helps the customer, I look through one of the racks of clothes. But when I hear the dressing room curtain slide open, I turn my head to see what Michaela put her in.

"What do you think? Not half bad," Michaela asks. The customer nods, an absolute awe-struck look on her face. "I . . . am . . . speechless" she says. "This outfit is like something out of a dream. It's like a work of art!"

I silently agree with her, the outfit was definitely working on her. Most of the outfit was quite grown-up and feminine, but the bright-colored floral skirt brought a certain touch of bold that made the outfit fun and versatile.

"Those colors are so hot right now. And that brand is one of the most popular in the industry!" Michaela glows. "What do you think, Diana?" she asks, turning to me.

"That bold style is perfect for you," I say simply.

"Such insight!" Michaela jumps in. "You know a lot about fashion, don't you?

"I guess," I say giggling.

"How very interesting . . ." Michaela says, lost in her own world for a moment.

"You really think it looks good on me?" the customer asks, to which I respond promptly. "Definitely!"

The customer smiles brightly. "I'm glad to hear you say it! I love this outfit too!"

"And we're not even paying her to be nice," Michaela jokes. "So you know she really does like your look!"

After the customer leaves, Michaela and I resume our conversation.

"Well, well, well! That was incredible, Diana!" Michaela gushes. "You really do know a thing or two about fashion, don't you? I could tell just by looking at your eyes. And your outfit!"

"Well, thank you!" I say in between Michaela's ramblings.

"Maybe you could wo-" the bell above the door cuts her off again. "Oh, another customer? They're coming in droves today! Well, a busy store is a successful store."

"Hi there! Nice place!" the customer says. She's short like me, but still a bit taller than my 5'2 frame. She's got a nautical themed outfit on, which works quite well with her tousled ponytail updo. "I was walking by and suddenly had an urge to buy jeans."

"Diana, why don't you help her find some?" Michaela asks me.

"Me? Are you sure?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah, why not. You know what you're doing. I have a feeling you'll be a natural at this."

"Well, okay then."

The customer pops back into the conversation. "I can tell by what you're wearing that you've got a good sense of style!" I blush at the compliment. "Like I said, I'm looking for a new pair of jeans," she continues. "I'm thinking simple and comfortable."

"No problem!" I say as I make my way over to a rack of jeans. I pick out some simple straight-leg jeans, the color matching some of the blues in her shirt. "What about these?" I say, letting her take a look.

"Wonderful! I was hoping to find something every bit as simple as those!" she exclaims. "I'll try them on right now."

As she emerges from the dressing room in her sailor-chic getup, I can tell she's glowing by the look in her eyes.

"I'm super glad I tried these on! They're really growing on me." she says. "I've always been fascinated by fashions this simple. I'm so happy, I'm starting to feel a little faint!" I puts her hand up to her forehead.

Michaela helps the girl pay, and on her way out she says to me "Nice to meet you, Diana. Hopefully I'll see you around town!" Now I was glowing.

"Aha! Just as I suspected," Michaela says as the boutique door closes. "You were able to choose the perfect item for that customer. Such natural taste is a rare gift! It's almost like you knew those jeans would really fit that customer's style."

"Well, of course I did." I say laughing a little. "I wouldn't have recommended them to her otherwise."

"Hey!" Michaela suddenly exclaims. "I've got a wild idea! This may be a little sudden, but I've been searching for a new assistant to help out in the shop. Any idea where I'm going with this? Come on! How about it? Do you want to work here at this boutique?"

In a spur of the moment decision, "I'll take the job!" I exclaim.