A sound.
All eyes were fixed on the woman.
Yolanda Bardot examined her, a round oval face, with bruised purple wounds, gruesome and horrifying.
Her outfit was flamboyant and revealing, revealing a large portion of her belly in her sexy shorts, her hair dyed gray, making her look somewhat eerie.
Her overall demeanor was assertive and flamboyant.
But, why did she seem vaguely familiar?
As if they had met somewhere before...
"Sorry madam, this wedding dress is for Miss Bardot to try on, you can look at other latest styles." The shop assistant, familiar with the code of conduct, declined her request.
However, the woman was persistent, "I'll pay for it right now and buy it. Are you not doing this deal?"
"..." The shop assistant hesitated.
Everyone loves a quick deal.
"I was wondering who it was, so it's you."
