In front of the dress rack, Max excitedly showed Viola the dresses she had chosen.
"Viola, I think these dresses all look good. Which one do you think suits me better?"
Viola smiled, "You have to try the clothes on before you know if they fit."
"You're right." Max immediately looked at the salesgirl. "Take these to the changing room. I want to try them on."
"Okay." The salesgirl immediately took the clothes that Max had carefully picked and went to the changing room.
Once the salesgirl left, Max held onto Viola's arm again and smiled innocently. She said, "I need to try on the gown. I can't do it myself. Viola, can you come in with me and help me fasten the buttons?"
Viola didn't say anything. She didn't agree, but she didn't refuse either.
So, Max made the decision and pulled Viola into the changing room.