The first floor was watches and jewels, sparkling in the windows appealingly. The second floor was shoes, the third flower clothing… all the things that women liked.
A lot of ladies were lingering in front of the mirrors, turning and checking their images with the clothes, eagerness, and satisfaction on their faces. Comparing herself to all these women, Kate felt that she didn't deserve to be called a lady. As the proverb says, you cannot make a crab walk straight.
Kate strolled aimlessly to the fifth floor. Arts and crafts didn't pique interest either. She was about to turn back to the elevator when something shiny attracted her attention.
Kate spent an afternoon and half of the evening outside. Her phone ran out of power, and the mall was still open. She ate something in a small restaurant and called a cab home.
