Helena’s POV:
“Rejected!” Said this monster for nth time and I was disheartened to walk back into the trial room to change my clothes.
It has been hours since we walked into the store and I’ve been constantly trying out all the dresses which this jerk is rejecting.
I was then given a peach colored evening gown which looked very elegant and fit me perfectly but, the only thing that was preventing me from walking out of the trail room was that, this gown hugged my frame pretty finely and I could feel myself exposed with no straps on my shoulders.
The back was tight and I felt my cleavage and collar bone exposed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I was too shy to walk out looking like that. I heard a knock on the door which startled me.
“Helena, what’s the matter? Show me yours
