At the Central mall, two ladies were arguing over a dress.

"I really like the red one," Anna said. "It makes you look more feminine and dominant."

"I don't like this," Bella complained. "I prefer the black one."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Anna questioned. "You never wear anything apart from black, and it's becoming like a signature look."

"A signature look?" Bella pondered. "I like the sound of that."

"Anna, I'm being serious," Anna emphasized.

"I know," Anna replied. "I'm sorry."

"Okay, to make you stop complaining any further," Bella offered. "I will only accept anything you pick for me."

"Are you sure?" Anna confirmed.

"Anything," Bella affirmed.

"Yes, anything. I promise you'll love it," Anna assured.

"Ah, I'm beginning to regret it already," Anna sighed with rolled eyes.

Anna waited for some time, but Bella didn't return. She started to wonder if her excitement had caused her to forget Anna's dress choice. Anna wondered how someone could get so engrossed in choosing ju