Thankfully, the following day was a Saturday, so, first thing the following morning, Noelle had walked into one of the biggest shopping malls in Milan.
Her first stop had been a dress shop.
As much as she had a few dresses in her wardrobe, none of them seemed to be appropriate enough for the occasion.
So, after a few minutes of searching, she finally found the perfect dress; a long sleeved, v neck, black mini dress, that hugged her curves in the most flattering way.
Pleased with her choice, she proceeded to pick out a pair of heels, but much to her dismay, was stopped by the store clerk.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“The dress,” the lady explained, pointing at attire. “It’s already been picked out by a customer.”
Noelle frowned. Another customer? But she had just chosen it.
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