Allison's POV
The manager swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously between me and Jessica. She straightened up, suddenly unsure of how to proceed. "I... I didn’t realize," she stammered. "Please, let me see what I can do."
Jessica, oblivious to the exchange, continued to glare at me. "What did you say to her?" she demanded, suspicion in her voice.
I smiled, a cold, confident smile. "Nothing you need to worry about, Jessica."
Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might recognize me. But the dark shades I wore kept my identity safe. She huffed in frustration, turning back to the manager. "Well? Are you going to sell me the dress or not?"
The manager hesitated, clearly torn. She turned to the salesgirl. "Please, bring the dress to this lady," she said, pointing at me. "Ri
