Sibel’s POV
I can't believe this... What the hell is wrong with this clerk? She just looks down on us. What is her problem? She was getting on my nerves, and I can't take this anymore. I frown at the clerk, who had a wicked smile on her face.
I collected the ugly dress that the clerk gave Jolie and threw it in the corner. The clerk's smile faltered upon seeing what I just did, but I didn't care; I didn’t need to pay her attention.
"Why did you throw the dress away?" the clerk asked.
"Are you really asking me that kind of question? Can't you see that these clothes are not something anyone would wear?" I fired back at her.
"What do you mean? I can see that these clothes are meant for people like you, you hear me?" the clerk shot back.
She was really getting on my nerves, but I ignored her and picked up the beautiful dress we had selected earlier. "This is what we want," I declared, and the clerk's eyes widened in shock.