Mira was fuming, her anger simmering just below the surface. The laughter of those who saw her fall echoed in her ears, each chuckle a reminder of the humiliating scene that had played out just earlier.
She could still see the image of the heavy middle-aged man sprawled awkwardly on top of her, a blend of confusion and embarrassment washing over her whenever the memory surfaced. It felt as if she'd been trapped in a surreal moment that had turned her life into a comedic nightmare.
Determined to feel better, Mira decided to shop for new clothes.
Armed with an idea, she and her friends set out to find new clothes or vibrant bolts of fabric that a skilled tailor could shape into something uniquely hers, something that would help her feel more confident and empowered.
