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Forty-five seconds later, she opened the door. Her hand was over her heart.

"It offers no support!" Dr. Aris interrupted, poking the silk with a surgical finger. "The tensile strength of these straps is insufficient for a twelve-hour event involving a choreographed first dance. Based on the mass of the fabric, you’re looking at a 15% chance of structural collapse by the cake-cutting." Arthur’s smile twitched. "Our silk is reinforced with—" The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare

The ultimate nightmare—the one that keeps lingerie salesmen awake at 3 AM—is not loud, angry, or confusing. It is silent. Forty-five seconds later, she opened the door

Arthur’s smile didn’t falter, though his soul began to sweat. "Of course, sir. We have several balconettes that—" Aris interrupted, poking the silk with a surgical finger

It was 4:55 PM. Five minutes until Arthur could lock the door and escape the scent of potpourri that clung to his blazer.