Carla
Lucinda Caprio. A beautiful young woman with an equally beautiful name. Even though she has tear stains on her face, I can see her still carrying herself with a lot of grace. It's like she's born to be a superior being. Begging doesn't even leave a bad image on her. I like her already.
“Please, lady, you said you can help me.” Did I say I can help her? Yeah! I did. But I am only referring to her dress. I can fix the zipper right away. Why does she seem to be referring to something different?
“Eeeem, sorry, but I only want to help with your zipper. I can't stay here for too long.” Why is she looking at me like that?
“That’s fine. Please come and take a look at something.” Just as the words fall, she drags me to God knows where, and I am now in a dressing room, looking at differen
