Jevan and Jega kept coming over to me with dresses in their hands.
“How about this one?” “This?” “This one seems like it would suit you.” “This dress suits Amora better.” “No, the one I’m holding suits her better.”
I stared at them in bewilderment. I was supposed to be the one looking for a dress, but they’d been the ones rushing around nonstop. Now they were even arguing over which dress I should choose right in front of me. I hadn’t gotten a single word in, and they’d already traded ten words in an argument.
I raised my hand. “Stop! Don’t fight here. I’ll choose the dress I want to wear myself.”
They turned to look at each other. “Okay.” “That sounds good.”
Of course it sounded good, especially since I could choose without having to listen to them argue every single minute. The dresses they’d picked were nice, but none of them matched my taste. Some were too childish, while others were too mature. I wanted to choose something right in the middle.
My gaze fixed on a dress displayed on a mannequin. It was a combination of white and dark blue, with diamonds scattered across it, giving it the appearance of stars in the sky. In my opinion, it was the prettiest and coolest dress I’d seen all day. There were so many dresses, but this one still caught my attention at first glance.
“I want this one.” I pointed at the dress as I spoke. When Jevan and Jega heard me, they came rushing over so quickly that they hadn’t even returned the dresses in their hands. “Wow, it’s really beautiful.” “I’ll go get Aunt Nia first,” Jevan said.
Jega went to return all the dresses he was holding. Jevan came back with Aunt Nia. “You have a good eye. This is a new design that no one has ever worn before.”
“Aunt Nia, we’ll take this dress. Please don’t forget to make the design exclusive, so no one else can have a dress identical to Amora’s in the future.”
Aunt Nia nodded. “Of course.”
Aunt Nia pulled a tape measure from her pocket. “I’ll measure you first so I can adjust the dress right away.”
She began measuring all the important parts of my body to determine how to alter the dress. After taking my measurements, Aunt Nia pulled a notebook and pen from her other pocket and wrote down all the results. When she finished, she closed the notebook. “There, that’s everything.”
“You can go home if you’d like. I’ll adjust the dress right away. Once it’s finished, I’ll send it to your house.”
“All right, thank you, Auntie. We’ll send the payment as usual,” Jega replied.
“Of course. Don’t worry about it.” Aunt Nia took the dress off the mannequin, gathered the things she’d taken from her pockets, and went back to her room in the rear.
“Then let’s go home.”
Jevan invited us to head home, and Jega immediately agreed. They took me straight to the car. When we reached the door, I remembered Anisa. Oh my gosh, it looked like these two had already forgotten her. How could they have walked out so casually?
“Wait, big brother. Anisa’s still inside.”
“Oh, right.”
Oh my gosh, do I need to start paying closer attention to them? It could be dangerous if they have memory problems. I started wondering whether they’d ever been hit by a car or crashed into something hard enough to make them so forgetful. They’d been forgetting Anisa nonstop, and even when the two of them fell down, they didn’t remember her either.