"It is nice, but something is missing," Mr. Zahn mused, his eyes trailing from the top of my head to my toes as I walked out of the fitting room, wearing the ninth outfit that he had chosen for me to try.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. He offered to buy me some clothes even though I told him I didn't need any. He insisted that I'd try them on because the deals in this store were too good for him to ignore, and he wanted to gift them to someone special and wanted to see how the dresses looked on a person.
Reluctantly, I agreed to try them on. It was a huge mistake, though. I didn't realise what I was getting myself into until he kept piling up the dresses one after another for me to try.
"You said the same thing for the last two dresses that I have tried," I stated, not even
