When I got back, I could hardly look the shop owner in the eye. The delicate sound of the shredded gown in my hands made me feel guilty. I had ruined it—seven digits worth of luxury, torn apart by a tempest of pride and stress.
"I'm really sorry," I murmured, my voice soft even though I attempted to stand up.
The owner, a beautiful she-wolf with silver hair and a peaceful aura, looked at the dress and then smiled kindly at me. "It's okay, Miss Tillman. You have insurance on the clothing. "They'll handle it."
I blinked. "Really?"
She gave a small nod. "These things happen. It's only a dress. I hope you had a good time last night.
Did you like it? I barely made it through. I nevertheless nodded gratefully and said another quiet "thank you" before leaving the store and stepping out into the chilly night air.
