Staring at the red dress, I nodded my head before entering into one of the fitting rooms. I kind of like the style so why not try it, right? After putting it on, I opened the door and came face to face with Tiffany wearing a spaghetti strap dress.
I told her to face the bigger mirror on her right and make a slow turn. Hmmm... Na-ah.
“Next dress...” I said with my arms crossed.
She headed back inside but before closing the door, she looked at me with a serious gaze.
“Y-You look prettier in that dress.” After saying that, she shut the door.
Scoffing at her remark, I turned towards the mirror to see how I looked. It did look good but what made me feel goosebumps was the fact that the dress fits me perfectly. It was as if the person who sent it knew my exact measurements. Let's say that i
