“You can follow me, and we can get you started,” the woman says. “What’s your name?”
“Briar.”
“All right, Briar, try these on to start. I’ll check on you in a few minutes.”
“Thank you.”
I’m not used to wearing dresses. Not that I haven’t in the past, I just don’t think I look good in them. I take the first one off the hanger, a mermaid style dress in red. I like the color and how it hugs my curves, but it’s not me. I put it back on the hanger and try the next one. I try a flowing blue one on. It sparkles but it’s still not me. The last dress I try on is a black, Grecian-style, maxi dress. Tight on the top, shows a lot of skin. The chiffon material barely covers my breasts. The skirt is flowy and chiffon as well. The material covering my breasts looks knotted and twisted, tying in the back with a low open back.
It’s perfect and beautiful.
“Briar?”
“Can I get your opinion?” I ask her through the door.
“Yes, come on out and let me see,” she says, and I step out.
The woman gasps.
“Is that a good or bad gasp?” I’m feeling very self-conscious right now.
“You are quite stunning in that dress. It’s beautiful on you.”
“Are you sure it’s not too much?”
“It’s not too much, simple yet elegant. Your man will be pleased,” she beams.
I ignore the part about my man being pleased.
“Thank you. I’ll get this one. Do you have it in white as well?”
I know Kingston said he wanted to pay. But he doesn’t have to. I looked at the price tag earlier and I have enough cash in my purse to buy them. Why not splurge?
“Yes, we do and in deep blue,” she says as she takes the dress from me.
“I’ll get all three,” I tell her as I hand her the black one. I should have enough.
“Right away, dear,” she rushes off to ring up my purchases. I change back into my clothes and meet her at the cash register.
“All set,” she hands me a dress bag and a receipt.
“Ummm.” I look down at the wad of cash in my hand.
“Oh, no, dear. They’ve already been paid for. I’m just putting them in my system for inventory.”
“Oh, okay,” I turn to leave.
“Shoes are in the bag as well,” she winks, and I go to meet Kingston and Thorn.
“Wait, how did you know my shoe size?” I spin around asking her.
“Your brother,” she says with a smile.
“I guess thank you. I never got your name,” I say.
“Carla.”
“Thank you for your help, Carla.”