Meeting the So-Called 'Friends'

While thinking about the unspoken rumbles mentally, my irritation suddenly subsided when I picked a white bodycon dress. It is a long sleeve but I know it would look good on me. It is also a turtle-neck type one, too. It was color white; the texture was soft; and it is suited to a woman who has a curvy body.

Well, one thing I liked about my appearance is the coca-cola shape of my body. Any kind of dress will be suited for me, which I am grateful for.

“How about this one, sir? Wait.. sir?”

I turned the other sides of the boutique, finding Mr. Montenegro around. Where is he? The sofa was empty and an opened magazine was on the glass table.

I went out of the dressing room and decided to look for him. I was about to go to the front desk to ask the saleslady, but before I could even approach her, I bumped into someone busy holding a bag on sale.

“Oh, I’m sorry –“ I almost exclaimed if I just did not look up.

Grace’s eyes also widened as she looked at me. “What are you doing here?” the firs