The Romantic Date 02
POV Amber
After ditchingAdam, I got to the mall determined to find something to wear for the occasion. But of course, luck usually isn't on my side. Every time I walked into a*****e, the salesgirls looked me up and down and, with fake smiles, told me they didn't carry my size. I left each place more disappointed, ready to go home empty-handed.
In the last store, I spotted a red, peasant-style dress that took my breath away. I didn't care if it wasn't my size—I wanted it.
"Good afternoon, how can I help you?" one of the salesgirls asked, approaching me with a smile so wide it almost looked rehearsed.
"Do you have this dress in a size L?" I crossed my fingers behind my back, praying for luck.
"Unfortunately, the red is sold out... but we do have it in
