(Author's POV)
"I need your help with something," Amy spoke, her voice full of anticipation. "Are you willing?"
"My help? What can I possibly help you with, Mrs. Garcia?" Myra questioned. A puzzling expression instantly formed on her face.
"Don't look at me like that. I am not going to ask you to rob a bank. I just want to pick some nice clothes for my son and daughter. And I want your opinion regarding that, as it is kind of a surprise for them. You see, I am just visiting Esteria for a while and don't have anyone here other than you to ask this kind of favor. Both my children are around your age, so it would be really helpful to me. So~ ... are willing to do me this favor?" Amy explained the whole matter.
