MEGAN'S POV
"Meg? Who is that?" I asked with a confused look on my face
"Oh stop it Meg we know it is you," Charles asked with a look of irritation on his face
"Who is Meg? You guys aren't the first one who has done this and I don't know if it's a crime to even live here" I sounded like someone that wanted to cry
"You look exactly like a friend of ours who died months ago, hold on can I see your arm?"
"Sure?" I questioned and showed them
"We are so sorry, Charles she isn't the one. Meg has a rose tattoo on one of her arms we are so sorry"
"It's alright, what did you say you want to get?"
"I purchased this dress last week or two but haven't taken it yet"
"Mr Harrell?"
"Yes"
"Give me a minute" I opened the showcase glass and removed the dress from the manque then packaged it for them
"Thank you, where will we make the payment?" Charles asked while collecting the leather bag from my hand
