Nancy silently cursed Danny's flirty demeanor with all her might.
How could this guy's taste in women be so erratic, like a roller coaster ride with sudden highs and lows? She held back her annoyance, crossed her arms over her chest, and shot Sally a sideways glance just as she was ready to make her comment.
The service staff, noticing Nancy's obvious displeasure, quickly intercepted with a smile, "Ms. Carsson, the dresses we prepared earlier were selected specifically to complement your style. The dress this lady is wearing suits her perfectly as well."
Sally scoffed, "What do you know about taste? I didn't like any of your choices. How do you know that dress wouldn't look better on me?"
Nancy, initially interrupted, quickly realized it was best not to act impulsively. Instead, she ro
