Four assistants approached with their hands full of dresses hung on hangers, the garments varying in colors, sizes, designs, and quality. Nate coughed on his cold coffee while Emily's jaw dropped to the floor, causing Catherine to suppress a chuckle.
Lois turned to Emily with a sweet smile, and gave a nod for the assistants to place the dresses in the changing room, retrieve their own and take back any they were not buying.
"Emily will have to choose the perfect dress from these," Lois said, pointing towards the changing room. "When we leave is up to Emily, how delightful."
"You can't possibly expect me to try all of these," Emily protested, feeling overwhelmed.
"You better get started," Lois shrugged nonchalantly.
"Go on, go on," the other ladies encouraged her.
"Most of them are easy to wear, so you won't need any assistance," Lois informed her with a knowing smile. Emily understood. She didn't want anyone staring at her scars while she changed.
Emily stood up and dragged her feet
