The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Winter stood before the mirror, she kept staring and admiring her own figure.

“Hmm… Not bad at all.” Smiling and nodding in satisfaction, she decided to take the one she tried on.

However, she was about to unhook it when she realized that she was unable to.

She fumbled for the hook, only to realize it was stuck.

She started to panic right then, but the more she struggled, the tighter the bra became.

As she sweated all over her brow, she gently knocked on the door.

“Uh, Frank…” she murmured softly. “Is the retail assistant still there?”

to death and whispered, “What about Aria?” “She got into another changing cubicle, and she’s still

ask you for a favor, Frank?” “Sure,”

Winter’s cheeks were beet red, her voice tiny even as she realized he misunderstood. “That’s not what I mean! My bra hook is stuck and I can’t detach it. I need your help here–I can’t go out, y’know!” Frank understood with a start–he should have known Winter was not like

he looked around to make sure no one was inside before

had nothing on aside from the bra, her fair skin in full view as she hung her head, keeping her arms over her chest as

help you.” “Okay,” Winter said without hesitation but flinched