Beyond the Divorce

I instinctively looked up and found the woman holding the hanger glaring at me arrogantly. "I saw this dress first."

"But I got it first," I replied calmly.

"So what?" she sneered. I saw it, so others can only take it if I don't want it anymore."

I assessed the woman before me. Her long, wavy hair gathered on one side, and her face was dolled in makeup. Her features were defined, proving that she had gotten something done on her face in the past. Her slightly upturned eyes suggested a cunning personality.

She wore a long yellow dress, had a limited edition designer bag on her arm, and carried a strong scent of perfume that lacked taste despite her stylish appearance. The light purple dress would not match her dull skin tone at all.

Behind her stood a tall man with his eyes fixed on my face, and when our eyes met, he quickly offered a slight smile.

I withdrew my gaze, looked at the woman before me, and casually asked, "Are you sure you want this dress?"

Noticing my scrutiny, she asked, "What are you looking at? Let go."

The man stepped forward at this time. "Vicky, why don't we look at other styles?"

"Why? I want this one." The stubborn woman showed no intention of backing down, and she tightened her grip on the hanger.

I instantly let go.

excessive force, she stumbled backward when I let go without warning. Fortunately, the man behind her caught her to stop

saying casually, "It's

turned

snuggled comfortably into the man's arms, seemingly seizing the opportunity as

man paid no attention to her but immediately stopped me. "Miss, thank you. Or... you can ask

the same outfit as others," I said casually and walked

assistant followed

suggesting, "Miss, how about looking at other styles in the same

but it's

stubborn woman muttered without politeness, "The clothes

her outfit, so

her theatrically annoyed face, and I noticed that she was now rolling her eyes at