Sasha walked around, looking at different dresses while the shop attendant trailed behind her with a sweet smile, introducing any new pieces they passed. Sasha couldn’t pick anything yet; all the clothes the attendant showed her were top-notch, but if she bought one, she wouldn’t have much left for other outfits. She didn't know how to walk away or tell the attendant the clothes were too expensive for her. Why did she even choose this shop?
“If my eyes aren’t deceiving me, I’d say she looks like Michael’s new bride, but how could that be possible? Michael wouldn’t let his wife shop with nothing but that,” Sasha overheard a lady say. She turned to see a beautiful woman in a gown on par with those she’d been eyeing in the store.
“Hello, Miss Kira. I didn’t know you were coming today,” the
