Hectic

ARYA’S POV Within minutes, I had three beautiful white blouses laid out but as the associate rang them up, she frowned. "I'm so sorry, but we're actually out of stock in the white button-downs in your size.” She actually looked apologetic. “These are display models, and they've already been purchased by another customer who's picking them up tomorrow." My eyes widened. "What? But I need them.” "However," she said quickly, seeing my distress, "we do have something that might work even better. A professional sheath dress that’s perfect for an office environment. Would you like to see it?" I glanced at my phone. Thirty-five minutes left. "Yes. Please and hurry." She hurried to a different section and returned with a white dress that had a modest neckline and hem that would fall just below the knee. "Our dressing rooms are right over here. Try it on… I think it'll be perfect." In the dressing room, I pulled off my coffee-stained shirt with shaking hands and slipped the dress over my head.