Fabio clapped his hands, beaming with a smile. "Excellent! Tell me your thoughts when you're done." He then proceeded to walk away, calling out to another customer. "Jenny, darling, those shoes and that top are a no, no. Come let Fabio fix you up."
Samantha and Don made their way back to the changing rooms. This time, Don waited outside, holding the dresses. He handed her the first one, a sleek red slit dress.
From inside the changing room, Samantha's voice floated out. "I don't know about this one. It looks like it would suit someone with a smaller frame better."
"Fabio must have chosen it for a reason," Don replied. "I'm sure you'll look fine."
"I don't know," Samantha hesitated, still unsure. "It's kind of tight."
"It's all in your head, Mom. Just come out."
