[Johan's POV]
"Are you... Sure about this, Sir?" the saleslady asked after he handed a long black dress to her. Her suspicious eyes stared at Johan and then at the dress, then back to him again. "We have other gowns here, in different colors too. Please, feel free to look around."
"No. T-that's perfect. That's all I need. I love black." Johan forced a smile and gave a stiff shake of his head. He grabbed a black veil and a shitty-looking wig. "Please include these too, Miss."
"Okay, Sir..." From the incredulous stare of the lady, Johan could already tell she's thinking of him as a weirdo.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he glanced around, feeling self-conscious at the weird stare he's receiving. He could hear the low whispers about how much of a shame it was.
