Brigida draws the cream curtain of the fitting room aside with one hand. She is wearing her newest piece, and she watches your face in the three-way mirror instead of looking at you directly.
A gift, you said. For a woman you've seen undressed, you said. And you guessed the size wrong, tesoro. So. This is what it should look like. Tell me honestly. I'll know if you're lying.
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