The boutique coordinator followed us carrying a tablet.
Clara started after us.
Dave stopped her.
“Let them go.”
The coordinator opened an order record.
My name appeared at the top.
Jennifer.
Below it was my actual current dress size.
Then underneath was a later modification.
Four sizes smaller.
Authorized by Clara.
My stomach tightened.
Then I saw the typed instruction beside it.
DO NOT SUBSTITUTE LARGER.
I read it twice.
Simon spoke quietly.
“I called the boutique two days ago because I wanted to exchange your dress.”
I turned toward
