The staff in there are lovely. I used to love going in to do my Christmas shopping. Especially in Tiffany for my Mum. If she feels like she was looked up and down, that’s her issue in her head and her supposed confidence issues. Don’t put it on the poor shop assistant.
Fun fact! My ex was the director of Selfridges and he arranged for me and my bestie to meet Santa in the basement and go on the Christmas train. Turns out Santa is a Randy old git. Started hitting on me and said “I bet you’ve been a bad boy!”
there’s a tale for ya Soph!