Eleanor dropped the bra, her mouth contorting. "Show me some dresses."
The shopkeeper looked at her, then at the pile of bras. Based on her puzzled look, she seemed to be thinking about whether to keep the bras on the counter or put them back. After a moment of hesitation, she cleared the counter and showed her some dresses.
"These are the latest collections from my shop," she proudly stated. She had sold several dresses from these collections and believed that Eleanor would like them, ignorant of the fact that Eleanor was not interested in anything here.
Eleanor rummaged through the dresses, her mind racing faster than her hands. Not a single dress was useful to her at this moment. She snorted and looked around, her eyes settling on a black long gown hanging on a hanger.
"That one." She pointed to the dress.
"That one!" The shopkeeper furrowed her brow. She couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.
