Milan, like Modena, is a city in northern Italy, but in stark contrast to the "engine city," it is filled with an artistic atmosphere.
As the "Design Capital of the World," Milan is home to more than half of the world's most famous fashion brands.
Brands such as Armani, Versace, Fendi, Prada, Valentino, Dolce & Gabbana, Quirrell all originated in this city, and Milan Fashion Week has influenced global fashion.
Three Bugatti supercars, one blue, one black, and one silver, slowly came to a stop on Via Montenapoleone.
This is the most elegant, luxurious, exquisite, charming, and expensive shopping street in all of Milan, and even the world.
Of course, it has little to do with Napoleon the Great of France; it's simply because Milan was the capital of the Italy Republic during Napoleon's rule in the early 19th century.
Vincent paused for a moment after getting out of the car.
He hadn't noticed how crowded it was in the car, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he could only sigh and say that it's really easy to make money off women.
Contrary to its name, Monte Napoleon is more like a quiet alley.
Beneath the Italy- style European buildings are exquisitely designed and innovative shop windows, perfectly interpreting the concepts of their respective brands.
The two fathers looked at the crowded people in front of them and unconsciously swallowed.
After being a driver, he became a bodyguard, and then he had to do manual labor.
If I had known it would be like this, I would have eaten more at lunch.
In contrast to the fathers' frustration, the two mothers were extremely excited.
They glanced at Hermès one moment and Dior the next, seemingly without a trace of fatigue.
Behind them, Vincent's smile gradually faded.
Whether they are Muggle or witches, nerds or ladies, no woman can give up her pursuit of beauty.
In the Chanel flagship store,
Vincent had lost count of how many times he had said "So beautiful" to Hermione.
It wasn't that he was trying to be perfunctory; it was just that his girlfriend, who kept changing her outfits, was too crazy.
Casual, cool, innocent, cute, British, business, socialite, androgynous, elegant, sexy, retro...
From initial novelty and surprise to current numbness, from being oblivious to everything to taking it for granted.
He watched silently as Hermione, lost in her own world, picked up an evening gown and walked into the fitting room.
Actually, when a girlfriend dresses up beautifully, it's not just to please herself, but also to please her boyfriend.
Thinking about it this way, his patience returned.
Hermione's trip took a bit longer than usual, after all, it was an evening gown, and the first time she had ever worn it.
When she came out of the fitting room, Vincent stared in disbelief.
The asymmetrical black evening gown with one shoulder perfectly showcased her graceful figure, while the side slit in the skirt revealed her long, fair legs to the fullest.
The delicate gold lines on her dress and the rhinestone-encrusted black high heels complemented each other, making her as mysterious as a deep starry night.
Hermione walked up to Vincent and circled around him. "How about this one?"
"Sorry, I can't find the right adjective because you dressed it so perfectly."
She laughed heartily, "Really? It's a pity this is an evening gown, not something you can wear every day."
"If you like it, just buy it," Vincent gestured to the shop assistant.
"Could you please also pay for the clothes she just tried on? Thank you."
Hermione quickly pressed down on his hand as he took out his wallet, "You don't have to buy everything."
She winked at the shop assistant, "Besides, these are clothes I'm wearing, so I should pay for them."
Vincent did not insist; he was not a chauvinist.
But he still took out his credit card from his wallet. "Okay, but I've always wanted to give you a gift, so I have to pay for this suit."
Hermione did not refuse. She went into the fitting room to change back into her own clothes, and then went to the clothes she had tried on to choose from.
Seemingly suffering from decision paralysis again, she glanced at Vincent behind her and took out a bank card from her handbag without hesitation.
"Please wrap them all up for me, thank you."
Under Vincent's surprised gaze, she handed her bank card to the clerk.
Dentists are high-paying professionals in the West, and the Granger family is definitely a middle-class family. Moreover, with the overall economic downturn in Europe, the wealthy are not buying sports cars as much, and the brand premium of luxury goods is not as outrageous as it will be in the future.
What truly surprised Vincent was that she bought all the clothes he had tried on, without even the slightest hesitation, simply because he had said they looked "really good."
The shop assistant didn't give him much time to reflect; the nearly twenty shopping bags quickly brought a wry smile to his face.
Carrying several in their hands and slinging several over their shoulders, it looks a bit comical, but almost all the men on the street look like this.
Hermione felt a little sorry for him and wanted to help him carry some, but Vincent refused.
She leaned close to his ear and said, "How about we sneak it into my makeup box?"
He looked at the crowded people outside the store.
This is Italy, but her offer was very tempting.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, and after leaving the Chanel flagship store, they stood on the street, oblivious to everyone around them, stuffing their shopping bags into their makeup boxes.
Surprisingly, passersby seemed unaware of the two's presence and completely avoided them when walking.
They didn't realize the two people were there until they had put away their shopping bags.
Vincent took Hermione's hand and joked, "If I were caught by the Italian Ministry of Magic, I'd definitely betray you first."
She looked around warily, and after confirming that there were no wizards around, she slightly pouted her lips.
"The mastermind is guilty, and you, as an accomplice, won't escape either."
Criminal couples, just thinking about it is exciting.
In high spirits Hermione grasped Vincent's large hand in return, her bright eyes scanning the surrounding shops before finally settling on the carriage pattern across the street.
Hermes, the ancient Greece god of commerce and protector of magic.
But what attracted her was not the mythology, but the scepter of Hermes, the scepter of the god of commerce, also known as the Serpent Staff.
Although both are France brands, Hermès has a longer history and is positioned much higher than Chanel, and has always been hailed as the king of luxury goods.
As the two entered the store, she didn't head straight for the women's clothing section, but instead pulled Vincent to the men's clothing section.
"Thank you for the dress and shoes. Now it's my turn to give you a gift."
Hermione's gaze left no room for refusal, causing him to nod subconsciously.
By the time he realized what was happening, she had already picked out an outfit.
Both are formal dresses, and both are predominantly black.
Matching outfits?
There are actually quite a few occasions where formal attire is appropriate, such as parties and gatherings.
Inside the fitting room Vincent thought to himself that the Owl Court Club should definitely hold more events in the new semester.
Furthermore, a warning sign stating "Black Swan Prohibited" must be posted at the entrance.