Mia didn't know why, but she felt very anxious even though she had heard the girl was called ‘Amelie’ instead of ‘Ivy’.
There couldn't be people with identical voices. There just couldn't, she thought.
“You... You don't have to keep going. The dress looks nice, and I believe it’d suit me perfectly. Just help me take it off and wrap it for me,” Mia told the sales assistant who was helping her.
There was only one thing on her mind now: to run out of the dressing room and see this Amelie person.
“Hurry up!” Mia shouted to the sales assistant, who took too long to get the dress off.
Her well-behaved, gentle, and kind demeanor was no longer visible as she shouted at the sales assistant and fidgeted in her spot.
The sales assistant was stunned and scared after being shouted at, and she hu
