Anastasia’s POV

Maria took me through some rack of clothes.

“Choose whatever sails your boat darling,” she said.

“Okay,” I answered and began to trail through the endless rolls of clothes, still I couldn't decide which dress to make or try on first.

“How about this?” Maria asked, holding a flannel shirt gown, with an adjustable corseted waist up to me.

Its bright color was the first to pull my attention till I looked at the price tag, it was overpriced for a simple dress.

“Wow, I won't be taking this, it's too expensive. Do you have something way cheaper than four thousand dollars?” I inquired as I dropped the...