I met my dream today.
Every pieces hanging on the rack is telling a story. Each so uniquely intense and delicate in details.
And when I stood long enough in front of all these pretty dresses, I realized that they are just painfully beautiful to look at.
It’s like a poem. So magically crafted.
“It’s romantic…” I whispered to Kelvin, who was standing outside the dressing room.
“And you always wanted your money right where you can see right?? What about hanging in my closet?”