her side.
"May I assist you?" The saleswoman's voice was friendly and welcoming.
Tabitha stammered. "Uh, yes. I'm looking for a dress."
The saleswoman projected calm and patience. "What is the occasion?"
Tabitha wished she brought a friend for support. "It's a charity function, formal."
"We have a number of gowns that would look lovely on you. With your height and coloring, you'll have plenty of choice."
This lady was good. Tabitha felt some of her tension ease.
"Might I show you a few suggestions?"
"Yes, please."
The saleswoman crossed to the wall and flipped through several dresses. She selected one and removed it from the rack. She held it out for Tabitha's inspection. The dress was a deep sapphire blue, smooth satin overlaid with matching lace. A wide ribbon accentuated the waist. "This color is lovely against your skin. You can definitely carry off the strapless look. I'd recommend a wrap, though."
Tabitha reached out and stroked the fabric. "It's gorgeous."
The saleswoman smiled. "Would you like to try it on?"
"Yes, please." The dress reminded her of princesses in fairy tales.
The saleswoman gestured toward the bodice of the gown. "I also have the proper foundation if you need it."
"Oh, yes. I don't have a strapless bra. I'll need one."
"No problem at all. The changing room is in the back."
Tabitha followed her to the rear of the store. The saleswoman guided her into a small but elegant room. This wasn't her usual dressing room experience at all. Mirrors covered an entire wall and a large three-way mirror dominated another wall. A banquet presented ice water, a selection of teas, and light snacks.
The saleswoman hung the dress on the wall and fluffed out the skirt. "Wait just one moment. I'll get the bra."
Tabitha sank into a plush chair. Her image mocked her from every angle. What was she doing here?
The saleswoman returned and handed Tabitha a boxed bra. "Do you need any further assistance?
"Uh, no. I'm good."
"If you have trouble zipping the dress, just let me know. I'll be happy to help."
Tabitha nodded. "Thank you."
The saleswoman exited, closing the door. Tabitha examined the bra. It was the right size. The saleswoman clearly knew her business. She stripped out of her clothes, hanging them on the provided hooks. She put on the bra and again admired the sumptuous dress. She slipped it off the hanger and undid the zipper. She shook the dress slightly to open the skirt and stepped inside. She pulled it up over her bust and reached behind her. She could only zip it part way herself.
Tabitha held the bodice in place as she turned toward the mirror. The dress was quite simply gorgeous. It seemed to have a magical quality that lent luster to her hair and vibrancy to her skin. She stared at herself for a moment and then crossed to the door, opening it slightly.
The saleswoman must've been hovering outside. "Do you need assistance?"
"Yes, please. As you suspected, I can't quite get the zipper."
The saleswoman entered and assisted Tabitha. She zipped up the back of the dress and fastened several small hooks. Stepping back, she adjusted the bow at the waist.
The saleswoman gestured toward the mirror. "I knew it would look fabulous on you. What do you think?"
The image in the mirror surprised Tabitha. She didn't consider herself gorgeous or fashionable. Her reflection showed her she could be more than average. The dress emphasized all the right things, hugging her figure and highlighting her coloring. "It's beautiful."
"Do you want to try something else?"
Tabitha shook her head. "No. This is right."
"Do want to take the bra also? We have slips, if you need one."
Tabitha stared at herself in the mirror. "Yes to both."
"We also have lovely shawl for a wrap. Shoes, though …." The saleswoman tapped her finger. "Silver perhaps. We have some strappy heels that would match this perfectly. And a clutch as well?" Her question hovered in the air.
"Yes, thank you." The reflection drew her eye. Was
"May I assist you?" The saleswoman's voice was friendly and welcoming.
Tabitha stammered. "Uh, yes. I'm looking for a dress."
The saleswoman projected calm and patience. "What is the occasion?"
Tabitha wished she brought a friend for support. "It's a charity function, formal."
"We have a number of gowns that would look lovely on you. With your height and coloring, you'll have plenty of choice."
This lady was good. Tabitha felt some of her tension ease.
"Might I show you a few suggestions?"
"Yes, please."
The saleswoman crossed to the wall and flipped through several dresses. She selected one and removed it from the rack. She held it out for Tabitha's inspection. The dress was a deep sapphire blue, smooth satin overlaid with matching lace. A wide ribbon accentuated the waist. "This color is lovely against your skin. You can definitely carry off the strapless look. I'd recommend a wrap, though."
Tabitha reached out and stroked the fabric. "It's gorgeous."
The saleswoman smiled. "Would you like to try it on?"
"Yes, please." The dress reminded her of princesses in fairy tales.
The saleswoman gestured toward the bodice of the gown. "I also have the proper foundation if you need it."
"Oh, yes. I don't have a strapless bra. I'll need one."
"No problem at all. The changing room is in the back."
Tabitha followed her to the rear of the store. The saleswoman guided her into a small but elegant room. This wasn't her usual dressing room experience at all. Mirrors covered an entire wall and a large three-way mirror dominated another wall. A banquet presented ice water, a selection of teas, and light snacks.
The saleswoman hung the dress on the wall and fluffed out the skirt. "Wait just one moment. I'll get the bra."
Tabitha sank into a plush chair. Her image mocked her from every angle. What was she doing here?
The saleswoman returned and handed Tabitha a boxed bra. "Do you need any further assistance?
"Uh, no. I'm good."
"If you have trouble zipping the dress, just let me know. I'll be happy to help."
Tabitha nodded. "Thank you."
The saleswoman exited, closing the door. Tabitha examined the bra. It was the right size. The saleswoman clearly knew her business. She stripped out of her clothes, hanging them on the provided hooks. She put on the bra and again admired the sumptuous dress. She slipped it off the hanger and undid the zipper. She shook the dress slightly to open the skirt and stepped inside. She pulled it up over her bust and reached behind her. She could only zip it part way herself.
Tabitha held the bodice in place as she turned toward the mirror. The dress was quite simply gorgeous. It seemed to have a magical quality that lent luster to her hair and vibrancy to her skin. She stared at herself for a moment and then crossed to the door, opening it slightly.
The saleswoman must've been hovering outside. "Do you need assistance?"
"Yes, please. As you suspected, I can't quite get the zipper."
The saleswoman entered and assisted Tabitha. She zipped up the back of the dress and fastened several small hooks. Stepping back, she adjusted the bow at the waist.
The saleswoman gestured toward the mirror. "I knew it would look fabulous on you. What do you think?"
The image in the mirror surprised Tabitha. She didn't consider herself gorgeous or fashionable. Her reflection showed her she could be more than average. The dress emphasized all the right things, hugging her figure and highlighting her coloring. "It's beautiful."
"Do you want to try something else?"
Tabitha shook her head. "No. This is right."
"Do want to take the bra also? We have slips, if you need one."
Tabitha stared at herself in the mirror. "Yes to both."
"We also have lovely shawl for a wrap. Shoes, though …." The saleswoman tapped her finger. "Silver perhaps. We have some strappy heels that would match this perfectly. And a clutch as well?" Her question hovered in the air.
"Yes, thank you." The reflection drew her eye. Was
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