The associate’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second—a glitch in the matrix. "Ah, 75D? One moment." She returned not with a hanger, but with a tape measure, gesturing Elena toward a fitting room that felt roughly the size of a jewelry box.
"Too small?" the associate asked, peering at the slight overflow. "We try the 'glam' line." buying bras in korea
She tried on a dusty rose number. It was beautiful, but the underwire felt like it was making a strategic play for her armpits. The associate’s smile faltered for a fraction of
The fluorescent lights of the Seoul department store felt a little too bright as Elena stood before a wall of lace and silk. She had done her research, or so she thought, but looking at the rows of padded cups and delicate bows, she realized "Western sizing" was a concept that hadn't quite made the flight over with her. "Too small