Ask Rebecca about her job in fashion marketing while trying on more outfits.

You slip into a blush-pink sundress with delicate spaghetti straps, admiring how the fabric skims your petite curves in the three-way mirror. Rebecca stands behind you, professionally adjusting the fit with the practiced hands of someone who knows fashion intimately.

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"So what do you actually do at your job?" you ask, tilting your head curiously. "Like, is it super glamorous? Do you meet celebrities and stuff?"

Rebecca's reflection smiles behind yours, her fingers pausing on the strap she's adjusting.

"I'm a senior marketing director at Lumière," she explains, smoothing the fabric across your shoulders. "We handle campaigns for luxury brands – fashion, jewelry, cosmetics. And yes, occasionally there are celebrities involved."

"That's so cool!" you squeal, bouncing a little on your toes, causing Rebecca to steady you with gentle hands. "Do you get to design the pretty ads in magazines?"

She laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "Not exactly. I manage the teams that do. It's more meetings and strategy than creative work these days."

You twirl in the dress, watching the fabric flutter around your thighs. "But you get free stuff, right? All those fancy clothes and makeup?"

"Product samples, yes," Rebecca confirms, handing you another outfit – a cream silk blouse with tailored sage-green shorts. "That's how I recognize quality. Here, try these next."

As you change behind the curtain, you continue chattering. "You must be, like, super smart to do all that business stuff. I could never!"

"You sell yourself short," Rebecca calls back, and you can hear the smile in her voice. "Intelligence comes in different forms."

When you emerge in the new outfit, Rebecca's eyes widen appreciatively. "Perfect. The green brings out the flecks in your eyes."

"Really?" you ask, genuinely pleased by her approval.

Rebecca nods, then glances at her phone as it buzzes. Her expression tightens momentarily before she silences it.

"Work emergency?" you ask, surprising yourself with your perceptiveness.

"Nothing that can't wait," she sighs, though her furrowed brow suggests otherwise. "One of our campaigns is having issues with their influencer contracts."

"That sounds important," you say, touching her arm. "You can totally deal with it if you need to."

Something in Rebecca's expression shifts – surprise, followed by genuine warmth. She squeezes your hand, the sisterly connection between you strengthening visibly.

"Most of Dad's girlfriends would be demanding all my attention," she admits. "You're... refreshingly considerate."

You blush, the compliment hitting deeper than your simplified mind can fully process. "I just want you to like me," you admit with disarming honesty.

"I already do," Rebecca says softly, then straightens, professional mode reactivating. "Now, let's find you some accessories to complete these looks."

As she guides you through a display of delicate jewelry, you notice Rick watching from across the store, a satisfied smile on his face. The FAMILY BONDING task is progressing perfectly – Rebecca no longer sees you as an interloper but as someone to protect and nurture.

17:05 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Slink Boutique, King's Road, London

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