The Clash at the Boutique

Clara stubbornly raised her arms, crossing them over her chest as she stared the woman down, her gaze icy and unyielding. The sting of the insult hung in the quiet boutique, but rather than shrinking away, Clara stepped closer to the rack. "What if I insist on trying it today?" she challenged, her voice low and sharp.

The commotion drew the attention of the other sales assistants. They abandoned