THIRTY-NINE
Bells chimed as Phuong entered the shop, announcing her arrival more musically than she expected.
"Can I help you?" the shop assistant asked. Her name tag announced that her name was Betty.
Phuong thought of the credit card burning a hole in her pocket. "I guess so. I need a dress to wear for a wedding tomorrow."
"What do you have in mind? Anything catch your eye?"
Phuong pointed at the window display. "I want to try that one. I'm thinking...red." When she'd been a little girl, dreaming about her future wedding, she'd always imagined herself in red like the brides back home. Would Jason want her to wear white, like a traditional Australian bride? She'd have to ask him when he returned. Not that this shop had anything that looked like a formal wedding dress.
Betty nodded
