Chapter 22

Layla and I walked into a small vintage shop. We had been looking for dresses for about three hours now, but the dresses that I tried on just did not seem to fit right. Why? I grumbled, things just didn't seem to go right today.

The vintage shop was decorated with pink and violet rises and immediately it gave off a homely vibe. It was the fiftieth shop that we entered, and slowly I was beginning to feel that all shops were the same.

As we entered the dimly lit shop, the bells tinkered, making a sweet and enchanting sound. Ah, and the fragrance too. Lavender, my favourite.

The shop assistant greeted us warmly as we stepped into the shop.

She was a middle-aged woman who smiled at us with kindly eyes. She looked friendly and I felt that