Veda stood on a fitting platform with her arms spread and she was deep in thought. As Mel, a man with round eyes, dirty blonde hair that looked fashionable against his tawny skin and a mouth that looked too small for his jawline. He was focused on getting Veda's silhouette just right, he flush the fabric against her lean body, he noticed her distant mood and tried not to touch it.
"Did you pick a color?" he asked with hands on his waist, looking at his handy work.
"I don't know, black," she said, not paying attention.
Mel looked up at her. "You should wear more color," he said, but Veda was far away. "What shoes and jewelry are you planning on wearing?" he asked.
"Arjun gave me a bright green pair of heels," Veda voice trailed away.
