Chapter 25: Rush
'Just who is the guy I picked up the other night?'
Fil flinched when Dustin suddenly clapped.
"Alright..." Dustin hummed, narrowing his eyes, scanning her from head to toe. After several seconds, Fil felt like covering her chest or her fallen lady. She was still in her pajamas, for goodness' sake.
'Oh...'Fil's jaw dropped, realizing she was in her pajamas meeting a respectable designer slash stylist and Kim Rock. 'Please ground, swallow me whole now.'
"Got it!" At the same time, Dustin smiled from ear to ear. He then clapped three times, eyes still on Fil. "My little worker bees, time to work. Take her. Chop chop!"
"What?" Fil gasped in horror when a few people setting up the rack of clothes suddenly advanced in her direction. This felt like deja vu — just like her dream last night. She froze when a few pairs of hands held her shoulders.
"Wait..." Fil looked from her left to right in horror. "I — help!"
"Yes, hun. We're helping." Dustin chuckled as he marched to a rack of clothes to the side, sliding his finger from point to point. "Let her try all of this edition first."
Without saying a word, two personnel wheel the entire rack to where they took Fil. And that marked the tedious mix-and-match process. Dustin, on the other hand, busily picked some dresses in the next rack, making pairs of what could suit Fil's body type, complexion, and face.