After a moment of silence, the atmosphere in the store suddenly came alive.
The few sales associates who had been standing far away all sprang into action at nearly the same time.
Some went to the back stockroom for clothes, some wheeled over movable racks, some searched the inventory for sizes, and some bent down to organize the packaging boxes.
Chen Yi froze for a moment beside them before finally coming to her senses. She quickly lowered her head and followed along to help.
Ash-gray cashmere coats, beige-gray suits, black dress pants, fitted skirts, light-colored inner layers, scarves, bags...
One by one, identical items in the same sizes were pulled back out from the racks and stockroom and delivered to the counter like an assembly line, not a single piece left out. "Miss Moli, this coat is the size you tried on earlier, correct?"
"Mm."
"Were these pants a little tight around the waist earlier? Would you like to go up a size?"
"Either, either is fine."
"Would you like to try on this inner layer again?"
"No need..."
The clothes were carefully folded one by one, wrapped in special thin silk dustproof paper, neatly arranged inside embossed brand gift boxes, and finally placed into sturdy shopping bags.
Moli stood there as several sales associates bustled around her.
She was completely bewildered.
Just minutes ago, she had been a suspect who was nearly forced to have her bag searched in the store.
She remembered those looks perfectly clearly.
Scrutiny, disdain, wariness, and that contemptuous expression that said, "You don't belong here."
Yet now, the very same people were bustling around her, calling her "madam" with every other word.
Each of them moved more respectfully than the last.
They practically looked ready to put her on a pedestal.
Moli swallowed and