Giorgio

Mirabel’s Unofficial Fashion Dossier: Giorgio the Duck Name: Giorgio (no last name needed, apparently). Occupation: Professional peacock, but in duck form. Signature Look: An emerald velvet vest that fits so flawlessly I suspect either bespoke tailoring or a small army of duck-sized stylists. Brass buttons polished to a blinding shine—dangerous if caught in direct sunlight. Strengths: Carries himself with more poise than half the models I’ve seen at city fashion shows. Walks like every cobblestone was placed there just for him. Vest game unmatched. I repeat: unmatched. Weaknesses: Prone to stopping mid-strut to preen, as if mere mortals could forget how good he looks. Refuses to acknowledge that footwear exists—claims “bare feet” are the ultimate statement. Performance Review from the Walk-Off: His entrance alone was a power move—approaching the fountain as though it were a runway finale. He didn’t just walk; he glided, every step accompanied by a slight head tilt and the faintest wing flick, as though casting invisible shade over my outfit. I gave him drama, I gave him spin, I gave him flair—yet the crowd gasped louder when he quacked in rhythm to his own footsteps. The finale? A perfect 360 spin, water droplets sparkling like diamonds as he stepped out of the splash zone completely dry. Final Verdict: Giorgio is less a duck and more a sartorial event. Challenging him was an act of bravery… or hubris. Probably hubris.