"Here, this dress suits the madam perfectly," the saleswoman said, handing the gown over to the maid. "Right this way, please - you can make the payment here. Or is there anything else you'd like to see?"
The maid turned to me for confirmation, and I gave a small shake of my head. She nodded politely and guided my wheelchair toward the cashier.
I still wasn't sure what the saleswoman had planned, but I knew one thing - I had to trust her and play along. It seemed she truly intended to help me, and this might be my only chance.
"Um, could I borrow your guards for a moment? There's something heavy I'd like them to move," the saleswoman asked politely.
Oh, so this was her plan.
The maid turned to me for approval, and I quickly stammered, "It wouldn't hurt to lend her a helping hand."
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