She called out softly, her voice laced with a hint of frustration, "Excuse me, could you please help me with this? I’m having a bit of trouble."
When Meirah heard footsteps nearing her fitting room, she automatically assumed it was a stylist coming to her assistance. Struggling with the complicated gown, she breathed a sigh of relief and called out softly, “Excuse me, I need some help with this dress.”
The footsteps halted but no response came, leaving Meirah slightly bewildered. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she cautiously cracked the door open, hoping to catch the stylist's attention. Puzzled by the silence, Meirah felt a mix of impatience and embarrassment. She partially opened the door to the fitting room, peeking through the narrow gap to identify her potential helper
