BETHANY
Araw ng Sabado. Naging Abala siya sa pamimili ng damit na susuotin niya sa Linggo. She spent all day Saturday in and out of various dress shops, and she'd just about given up hope before she finally stumbled upon the perfect dress in a boutique just a few blocks from home. Nag-aalinlangan rin siya sa presyo ng damit dahil masyadong mahal, isang buwang sweldo niya ata ang katumbas ng presyo ng damit na naibigan niya.
The dress was perfect, no doubt about it. The skirt clung to her narrow hips falling in graceful folds to her knees, and the bodice was held up by thin spaghetti straps. The neckline was cut enticingly low, exposing the skin between her breasts.
Nagniningning naman ang mga mata niyang pinagmasdan ang sarili sa salamin. Then she curled her blondy hair into soft curls.
