We trudge back to the car and then drive across to Finnieston. I remember coming here with Jenny before. However, when I walk through the automatic doors of the shop, something strikes me as odd. I have a perplexed expression as I look around me.
“What is it, Briony? Is there something wrong?” Alesha asks.
“I know I’ve been here before, but it seems different somehow,” I reply. “It is the same shop, isn’t it?” I ask Jenny.
“Yes, it is,” Jenny replies. “I don’t know what you mean.”
An elderly sales assistant is walking past, and I stop him. “This may sound a stupid question, but has something changed about this store recently?” I ask.
“Very observant of you, young lady. We did a bit of a refit and changed around the layout.”
“How long ago?” I ask.
He pauses for a moment, thinking. “A
