"Miss, this dress suits you perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for you."
"Yes, Miss, many have tried this dress, and you are the only one I've seen who can wear it perfectly."
"It's truly beautiful. You look even prettier than the models in our magazine; as a woman, I'm impressed."
Ellie Field glared intently at Hope Williams, who wore the same type of dress as hers.
Her fair skin glowed against the red hue, her elegant swan neck and off-the-shoulder design showing off perfect curves, her waistline evenly proportioned, not a pinch more or less.
As she walked, the fabric with its heavy drape gently swayed with her movements.
The store assistants managed their expressions well, but Ellie could still detect changes in their eyes.
Alitzel Williams glanced at Hope, then shifted her gaze to Ellie, failing to see the same dress as one in the same.
Despite being identical dresses, when worn by two different people, they looked like they were not on the same level.