"I prefer this one; the color suits my skin better."
Then, a soft and gentle voice reached her ears.
Valentine Teller froze; that once familiar voice was like an adrenaline shot to her heart.
Her heart immediately raced.
In a panic, she grabbed the dress from Anastasia Archard and rushed to the fitting room: "I'll try it on."
Like an escape, she hid in the fitting room, patting her chest, exhaling deeply, her heart still racing, unable to calm down for a long time.
The fitting room door was so thin that the outside voices could clearly be heard, again that voice: "Buy both."
"Alright, let me try them on first."
Finally, she couldn't hear the voice that made her uneasy.
The calm lake of her heart stirred, rippling outwards, circle after circle, infinitely expanding.
Valentine held her breath, leaned against the wall, first calming herself down, waiting for them to leave before coming out.
