Iridessa let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at Melissa, who couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from the attractive customer chatting with madame Rosaline amidst the rolls of cloth.
"Seriously, can you stop ogling the customer and help me out?" Iridessa pleaded, grabbing a dress and carefully placing it back in its proper spot. Melissa had absentmindedly misplaced it while being lost in her daydream.
"Isn't he just dreamy?" Melissa swooned, while Iridessa grabbed a dress and expertly restored it to its rightful place. Melissa's distraction had caused a bit of chaos in the orderly display.
"I don't care if he's dreamy or not," Iridessa snapped, her frustration evident in her voice. "I just want to finish up here so we can leave." Melissa's infatuation was starting to wear on her nerves.
