I dressed myself, putting on a facade of innocence as if nothing had happened, and walked out.
Upon seeing me, the bodyguard approached the fitting room with a hint of suspicion.
On the surface, I played it cool, but inside, my heart was pounding with anxiety.
Watching the bodyguard draw closer to the fitting room, I nervously swallowed my saliva.
Just as the bodyguard was about to pull back the curtain and step inside, the sales assistant intervened.
"Excuse me, sir, this is the women's fitting room. Men are not allowed."
I breathed a sigh of relief, then feigned petulance.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and let's go. This dress is hideous, and I'm never coming back!"
The bodyguard didn't insist, just gave the fitting room a deep, lingering look before following me out.
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