NINA
There are three piles of clothes on the bench in the changing room. The biggest one has the things that don’t fit and can’t be altered. The middle one consists of clothes that are not the best fit—mostly jeans and two dresses—but which could be shortened. The boutique assistant took my measurements earlier, and promised to have them altered by their seamstress, and delivered in two days. These fancy boutiques certainly have outstanding customer service. I give the clothes that need to be shortened to the assistant who is waiting in front of the changing room and take the third and smallest pile with me to the cash register. I can’t believe I managed to find something that fits.
Roman pays for my purchases with his card, then winds his arm around my waist and leans toward me. “I like
