Elektra grabbed Kalan's arm, exerting all his strength to pull the man out, but the man seemed calm, unaffected. "I'm not going to wear that loose, flowing dress, okay?"
Kalan glanced at the rows of dresses and then turned to his wife. "I was curious to see you wearing all that. You must look like… a real woman," he decided after he couldn't find a suitable term.
"Oh come on, it's not time for me to wear tassels like that. Can't you see that my stomach is still flat? Even when it's big, I won't wear it."
Kalan rolled his eyes, but finally followed the woman's request. Only, today he was in the mood to buy her something, so he would make sure that they didn't go home empty-handed.
"If it's not maternity clothes, you have to be willing to buy me a dress. Hmm? And it's up to you which one you choose."
"Should I be happy?" quipped Elektra sarcastically.
"Normally the other women would jump up and down."
