-Roxy Delgado:
I stood outside the dressing room with Jackson and Matteo, leaning against the wall while they whispered to each other about their sex life, horny fuckers. I had just handed Sloane a bigger size of the dress she wanted to try, and for a while, everything was quiet behind the curtain. I could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the sound of a hanger scraping against the hook, and then silence again.
Jackson started scrolling through his phone, Matteo was teasing him softly, and I just stood there waiting — pretending to be patient, but my thoughts were everywhere. I couldn't stop picturing her in there, trying to adjust the dress, maybe frowning in concentration the same way she did when she was focused on something complicated.
Then I heard it.
"Roxy."
At first, I thought I misheard. Maybe one of the employees said something. But then it came again, a little louder, and a little more frustrated this time.
"Roxy, I think the dress is stuck."
