Back in my own personal boutique, I bite the inside of my cheek, not entirely sure what to wear. The choice is vast, and I’m truly lost and disorientated with it all. I wouldn’t have any clue how to coordinate if my life depended on it.

Browsing through the garments, I finally decide on a charcoal coloured shift dress. It’s fitted to perfection, and I turn in the mirror to judge myself. Wow, it really is amazing what something well fitted can do, I muse. Switching my attention to the shoes, I pick out a pair of navy, three-inch heels and slip my feet into them. To finish off the...