Amy P.O.V
I flashed one last smile at Frida and setting the wine and flutes down on one of the benches, I turned towards the direction of the changing room and walked towards it. I could still hear Frida humming excitedly behind me as she looked at the choices the attendant had made.
I reached the door in a few strides and stretched my hand to open it. The room was much smaller than the one I had left Frida in, there was just a cushioned high stool at one corner and two hooks fitted onto one of the walls. An entire section of the wall had been replaced with a gigantic mirror.
I didn't want to ever leave this place. Plucking myself out of the mini trance that I had fallen into, I shut the door behind me and hung the dress I held in my hand on one of the two hooks that had been provided
