'Have you selected a specific dress?' he asks immediately he steps into the room. but she was right there. staring herself in the mirror with nothing but a random black dress. Frustrated.
' I don't like them. I do not like any of them, Vicente. they don't look how I imagined them to look. None of them look appealing to me. we don't bring out my body the way I wanted. Do you understand me Vicente? Do you understand what I'm saying?' she screams desperation evident on her face as she begins pacing around the room. and that was the very thing that Don Vicente hated her doing. It made him go crazy. crazy with annoyance. whenever she started walking around the room like everything was not to her perfection then it is it rated in the most.
