“What is the occasion you needed such elegant dresses?” Elena asked, her eyes twinkling with genuine interest.
She admired the rich fabric and delicate details of the gowns Joanna and Janice had chosen.
“The receptionist mentioned there’s a Happy Hour tonight,” Joanna explained. “We just arrived at the hotel an hour ago and, well, we didn’t exactly pack for a fancy evening out. So, we decided a little retail therapy was in order.” She offered a small, self-deprecating smile.
Elena’s smile widened, becoming even more inviting.
“You’ve come to the right place,” she assured them, gesturing around the boutique with a graceful sweep of her hand. “The dresses here are exclusive. There’s absolutely no chance of seeing another woman wearing the same design.”
She chuckled, a warm, melodious
