Velvette was pacing in her office, phone pressed to her ear, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

A knock at the door made her glance up. She spotted Y/n stepping in and held up a single finger, not pausing her call.

She hung up with an exaggerated sigh, tossing the phone onto her desk.

Her lips curved into a smile as she looked Y/n up and down.

The next hour was a blur of fabric and pins. Y/n tried on dress after dress while Velvette circled them, tugging at seams, adjusting hems, and muttering under her breath. It wasn't long before the topic swung back to Vox.

Her hands waved through the air, magic crackling faintly at her fingertips as she ranted.

Y/n finished with the final dress, and Velvette stepped back, still going.

A sudden burst of pink energy shot from Velvette's hand mid-gesture. It struck Y/n square in the side before anyone could react.

The force threw Y/n across the room. They slammed into a cabinet, the impact rattling the shelves and sending a few items crashing to the floor.

Velvette's eyes went wide. The anger drained from her face instantly, replaced with something rare for her—panic.

She rushed over, heels clicking fast against the floor, dropping to her knees beside Y/n.