(Author's POV)
Myra picked that dress up and placed it in front of her body, looking into the full length mirror. 'It's gorgeous' she exclaimed.
'Let's take a quick bath first, all the sweat from earlier is making me feel sticky and irking me badly.' Myra kept the gown aside and walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
After fifteen minutes or so, she walked out of the bathroom in just a bathrobe, her golden bronze locks shining from the water accumulated on them. She walked to the bed once again and watched the two dresses in admiration.
'I should ask someone to take it back, so that they can return it, right?' she pondered as she was disheartened.
She was still in dilemma. Then she looked up at the ceiling, praying, unable to resist the temptation, "Please, god. I will just try it once and keep it as it was before, umm, I promise."
