It took more than a minute for Vlad to calm himself.
He turned to the attendant, who was silently enjoying the show a few feet away with a playful smile on her face.
"Miss, I need your assistance," Vlad called to her in a respectful tone.
"Yes, Lord. Please say the word," the attendant answered, returning to her professional composure.
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Ten minutes later...
Chloe came out of the changing room in her pale lavender skirt, with Vlad's coat draped over her shoulders.
Vlad and the female attendant were still standing outside, waiting for her.
Both her arms were carrying clothes. "I don't need these," she said, extending her right arm toward the attendant.
"Is the size not fitting?" Vlad asked, noticing that the rejected clothes were more numerous than the ones she had selected. Heck! There were only two sweaters and a pair of trousers on her other arm, apart from the undergarments.
"I don't like the color," Chloe replied in a flat tone, her nose turning red.
