Abigail had been trying on dresses for the past half an hour. She was exhausted by this point, but she still had a few dresses to try on. She took a look at the dress the saleswoman had just handed her.
"Do I still have to try them?" she inquired, raising her gaze to Britney.
"Try them all."
Abigail couldn't deny Britney's authoritative tone. She went back into the trial room.
She finished trying on all the dresses in half an hour and breathed a long sigh of relief. Her legs had given up. Britney yanked her up just as she was about to sit down.
"Come on. Let's pick some matching shoes and bags." She dragged her away.
Abigail wanted to stop her, but Britney had already brought her to the shoe section.
She was having difficulty walking in those stilettos.
"These are a little too high for me. I am unable to walk."
"If you want to compete with Vivian, you must wear them."
