"All right, Miss Kimberly," she says as we arrive in a room quite a bit larger than the other rooms we have been in. I look around and see many closets that vary in size. They are all locked, and I realize I may have committed a crime by agreeing to choose a dress from a collection designed for people who have already picked up their clothes.
"Well, that's about the only place in this whole store you have not seen, and I hope I can get a yes. That would mean a lot to me," she says with a smile to make me think she's making light of it, but deep down I know she's really frustrated by my indecision. She's literally drying up because she's lost so much energy and sweat walking me through the store and burning her saliva trying to convince me.
She pulls a key from her purse and unlocks the f
