I am dragged inside a styling room by the staff and made to change into various outfits with or without my consent.
The ladies helping me change continuously add whatever details that cross their path.
The silk on my body from the clothes feels so soft and fuzzy that I instantly know that these clothes would cost a fortune.
"Just what are you thinking, Dexter?" I wonder as I change.
Dexter's POV
"She's ready," the owner of the boutique says standing at the entrance of the style room.
I wait patiently as this dress fitting seems to have taken forever to process, now is a moment of truth.
A couple of seconds pass and I see no sign of Vida, I can a hearer whispering with the attendants behind the curtains, "Don't you think I look weird?" she keeps asking while the others keep objecting
