This time the color of the sky was violet. As soon as it happened, Emily and the saleswoman exchanged places, but not their type of clothing.
Charlie looked down at the woman who was standing just inside the threshold of the door. Perhaps of their similar physique, Emily's clothing fitted well on her, albeit a bit loose near the waist.
The same could not be said about Charlie when he looked down at himself. Emily was still pregnant, but she was now dressed in the saleswoman's tight suit. Unsurprisingly, the attire felt really tight around Emily's inflated belly.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I can't help but notice that your outfit looks very strained on you, especially around your belly." the woman remarked.
"Uh ... yeah."
"Then why are you wearing it? I get that salespeople have to look all professional like, but this is probably too much. It makes me feel uncomfortable just looking at you."
"Look, I appreciate your concern, but do you want the kitchenware or not?" Charlie asked. He just wanted this over with.
As Charlie took a deep sigh, his suit jacket suddenly busted open. The lone button on the jacket flew off and hit the woman right on the forehead.
"I'm really sorry! I..." But it was too late. The woman gave a sharp glare at Charlie before slamming the door shut on him.
Charlie looked around. Now what was he going to do?
