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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Feb 27, 2011 2:15:25 GMT 1
Late night opening hours: possibly the best invention ever. Jac’s work schedule was not exactly traditional, so when she did have time to herself, shops were not always accommodating. The sun had long set and most of the shoppers had moved onto the restaurants, leaving Jac to browse the racks unhindered, supervised by the shop attendants who had pulled the short straw for the last shift.
It had been a stressful few weeks, and retail therapy was Jac’s relaxation of choice. She stood now at a display of new season dresses, holding each one up to her front and critically eyeing each of the individual garments in a nearby mirror. One that particularly took her fancy was a pale blue number, backless with some intricate lacing to keep it from slipping off the shoulders.
The changing rooms were empty as she entered, and as she slipped into the dress, she could appreciate the cool silk on her skin with a slight sigh. The curtained cubicle had only a meagre mirror that afforded her just a slim view of herself, so she stepped out barefoot into the store to make use of the full length mirrors. She stood alone in front of a bank of them, and they reflected back only her and the empty store. The woman felt confident enough to take a good long look at herself in the pale blue garment.
The dress hung well, the sleek fabric swinging around her knees while it clung over the hips and covered her front modestly. The open back showed the full length of her spine down to the small of her back. She smoothed it over her waist and twisted her hips to test the movement, and she smiled to herself, satisfied. Yes, it would do. It would do very nicely. |
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