Chapter 115. The Weird Noises

She could feel the eyes on her as her booth clicked the floor; her always sensitive ears felt the unusualness in the air, how unusually noisy it was that morning. She tried not to listen to the whispers, not wanting to hear what she might regret hearing, but her mind wondered if the noise was about her dress as her flawless skin was adorned with a beautiful short flare skirt and an off-shoulder lemon top. But she was convinced that it was not her dress and the majority were looking from their phone to her.

In order not to be distracted or swayed, she diligently buried herself in her work, sowing lots of dresses with much enthusiasm and ignoring her phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing. The sound from the swirling machine did a great job of preventing her ears from hearing the whispers and the continuous buzzing phone.

Clarisse was so engrossed in sowing the fabrics together when a lady walked in and tapped her on the shoulder, bringing her back to the realm and making her st