Rebecca POV：

Standing in front of the mirror, I saw the clerks pushing a row of hangers full of dresses into the dressing room, and their hairstyles became a little messy and panting.

"Ma 'am, please come and choose. Our store has the most complete goods in America. If you don't like them all, we can also tailor them for you."

I walked slowly to the clothes rack in my evening dress and looked at the three salesgirls.

They dared not look me in the eye, but I forced them to look at me.

"If you don't look at me, do you look down on me as a poor woman?"...