Dani:
In mere seconds, the girl who had seemed ready to physically throw me out of the boutique was back, an unnervingly wide smile plastered on her face, holding a tray of champagne flutes. She glided past me, walking with a quiet confidence that didn't quite match the intensity from before. Behind her, a woman emerged—tall, poised, and effortlessly elegant.
This, I assumed, was Amelia.
"Hello, Mrs. Sterling. My name is Amelia." she greeted me warmly, her voice rich with a tone that suggested both professionalism and kindness. "I've pulled several options for you to try on today, but is there anything specific that has caught your eye so far?" Her words were soft, almost like a gentle suggestion, but my face immediately flushed a deep shade of crimson.
I knew exactly what had caught
