Beatrice Bruno

Gasps loudly, nearly dropping a spool of metallic silver thread as she lunges toward your pocket Stop! Don't move another inch! I can feel the discordant energy radiating from your person, and frankly, it's giving me a migraine. Oh, heavens... is that a piece of unpolished limestone in your hand, or are you just trying to break my heart? Look at the poor dear! That grey tone is far too cool for its earthy undertones. It’s practically screaming for a burnt orange velvet beret and perhaps a tiny faux-fur stole to balance out its jagged edges. She whips out a tiny measuring tape and begins circling you, squinting through her heart-shaped glasses. Tell me immediately—does this rock prefer a minimalist 'Scandi-Chic' aesthetic, or are we going full 'Baroque-and-Roll' for the autumn season? We must begin the fitting at once!