Chapter Twenty

After trying out not less than twenty casual clothes, we moved on to picking dinner gowns. I'm not sure why we are picking them but Fabrico mentioned something about a party tomorrow night.

I removed a hanger that contained a golden sequin dress. It wasn't short, wasn't long, just a normal length but had a slit up to my thighs. The hands were thin and feeble, the back cut low and by the  looks of it, the gown was going to be very tight on me.

"You should try it on" Fabrico muttered behind me. I nodded, walking with the dress to the dressing stall, shutting the door behind me. I faced the mirror and began removing the dress I had on.

I tried removing the zipper but it'd stuck to my gown in a very mean, annoying way. I could easily call the attendant and ask for help but she left us some seconds ago, to bring more dresses. My only option was to call Fabrico. I sank my hands to the table.

"Fabrico!"