The wedding dress is sorted, but the bridesmaid dress is needed too.
Outside the fitting room, Holly Sawyer sat leisurely on the sofa playing with her phone, waiting for Cecilia Bennett to try on clothes.
"Hey, Holly, what do you think of this one?"
Cecilia Bennett walked out of the fitting room, examining herself from head to toe in the mirror, but she still felt something was off.
The dress looked nice, but wearing it just felt strange, a bit out of place.
"The dress is fine, the person is fine too."
Holly Sawyer's eyes first landed on the dress, then on Cecilia Bennett, and she spoke slowly.
"So?"
Upon hearing this, Cecilia Bennett was a bit puzzled and blinked gently.
So where's the problem?
"The style doesn't suit you, silly."
Holly Sawyer lightly tapped Cecilia Bennett's forehead and rolled her eyes helplessly.
Cecilia Bennett's style can't handle such a fresh, girly dress; it just looks increasingly odd.
