I went out of the fitting room. For a...tenth time. Rubia sitting on the chair watching me from head to toe.
"Hm...this suits you too. Weird. Why is everything suit for you?" she mumbles.
"Your majesty, lady Maya is such a gorgeous girl. Of course, every dress will suit her." the owner of the shop said.
Rubia nods in agreement. "I think...that's why. Hmm...dear, what do you think? Is there any dress that catches your attention?"
I look at her loss. "Y--You...want m--me to c--choose?"
"Of course, dear." she gets up, smiling at me.
I grip my dress. No one ever asks me to choose what I love. I know if I insisted on doing it, Rubia wouldn't listen to it.
My eyes wander around. A dress that catches my eye...
I don't have time to look around since Rubia keeps pulling me and dragging me around.
