Inside the fitting room.
When Summer Shawcross finally managed to change into that long dress, her face felt warm.
She hadn't looked carefully earlier; this beautiful gown was actually a low-cut and backless style, fitting her perfectly.
But... the hint of cleavage in the front and the revealed lines on her back made her feel a bit embarrassed.
Though the dress was beautiful... she had no doubt that if she wore such a dress to shoot for a magazine... that crazy man Noah Drexler would undoubtedly do something outlandish again.
So... rationally, Summer Shawcross had no choice but to expend some effort to change out of the dress.
"Jessica, I want to change clothes..."
Summer Shawcross walked out of the fitting room holding the dress, only to find that Jessica was nowhere to be seen and there was no response.
The store seemed to be... suspiciously quiet.
"Jessica?" she said, her face showing a puzzled expression, and turned to walk down the stairs to the first floor.
