“Miss Ylva, I am here at your request. May I come in to assist you?” Meirah heard the clerk’s voice. She felt like she heard the voice of a savior.
“Oh! Please, Come in!” Meirah said it immediately.
The calm after the storm settled over the fitting room as the clerk, a woman with a practiced smile and a soothing presence, quickly came to Meirah's rescue. With an apologetic tilt of her head, she ushered Meirah into another room, promising a swift remedy to the unfortunate situation.
“Miss Ylva, Let’s move to the other room,” Meirah nodded. They both walked into the other room with Lucian’s jacket over Meirah’s shoulders.
"Let's find you something that makes you feel both comfortable and stunning," the clerk said with gentle assurance. She returned promptly with a selection of dresses, e
