Tao Yun, holding a black miniskirt, an off-shoulder top, and a camisole dress, headed to the fitting room. Her steps were somewhat erratic, her delicate babyface equally filled with bewilderment.
The Hermès fitting rooms were nothing like those cramped cubicles of merely a couple of square meters found in regular stores; they were extremely spacious, large enough to host a tea party for several girlfriends without feeling crowded.
Luxurious leather carpets, Italian leather sofas, the fitting rooms even had romantic roses that every girl adores, tender green stems and petals with a faint fragrance.
They were real flowers, not those plastic petals meant only for display.
It wasn't until the smiling attendant gently closed the door of the fitting room that Tao Yun, unable to contain her excitement any longer, spun around twice on the spot.
