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