LORETTA

“Welcome to Sandra's beauty boutique, ma'am. What brings you here today?” The blonde girl fussed over me the moment I walked into the store

I glanced around at the space; soft music was playing from somewhere I couldn't see. The fine chandelier spilled warm light over the clean, bright floors.

There were racks and racks of silk blouses, tailored blazers, and elegant dresses stretched across the spacious showroom like carefully arranged works of art. I could even spot some of the designer dresses I had wanted to purchase for a while now, but today, none of them registered with me

“Do you see something you like?” The blonde sales...