17In a cramped room, illuminated by a cold neon light, Loreley began trying on some clothes that Morena took out of a huge built-in wardrobe and then hooked onto a small stand.
As she was putting one of them on, she remembered that exuberant guy who had searched for a suitable costume for her at the Hollywood Studios. She had felt tense at first, but his kind jocular attitude had erased that tension.
Morena, on the other hand, who knows why, seemed to be doing everything she could to make her uncomfortable. She handed her the clothes looking sidelong at her without a word and, when they were on, simply made brief comments: "No good", "A bit big", "Wrong colour"...
Why was she behaving like this? wondered Loreley, pulling up the zip of the fourth dress she had tried.
"There, this seems
