Melinda Looi

I met my dream today.

Every pieces hanging on the rack is telling a story. Each so uniquely intense and delicate in details.

And when I stood long enough in front of all these pretty dresses, I realized that they are just painfully beautiful to look at.

It’s like a poem. So magically crafted.

“It’s romantic…” I whispered to Kelvin, who was standing outside the dressing room.

“And you always wanted your money right where you can see right?? What about hanging in my closet?”

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