The next morning didn’t feel normal.
Breakfast came and went quietly. I barely tasted anything on my plate. My mind kept drifting back to the event.
I expected dresses to arrive. Maybe a rack or two. Something expensive, something picked without my input.
I didn’t expect a whole team.
They arrived midmorning, filling the hallway with garment bags, measuring tapes, tablets, and fabric samples. Designers. Assistants. Tailors. All of them focused on me as if I were a project, not a person.
I stood there while they took my measurements, my arms slightly raised, my back straight, my jaw tight. They talked to each other in low voices, throwing terms around like I wasn’t standing right there.
Two styles.
They asked what I liked. I hesitated. But in the end, I chose without overthinking it
