"I'll retrieve the correct size for you. Kindly step inside and await a moment."

A secluded dressing room was at their disposal, ensuring utmost privacy. Even sweet treats were available for guests.

Isaac lounged on the sofa while Camila tried the clothes.

He understood her well enough to discern what looked good on her.

The outfits he chose for Camila made her look stunning.

The fit was just right for her.

As the saleswoman was adjusting the collar, she spotted the daunting scar on Camila's face, recoiling in surprise.

Camila swiftly hid her face upon noticing the saleswoman's reaction.

The saleswoman apologized, saying, "I'm sorry."

Then Camila retreated into the fitting room. After swapping back into her own clothes, she suggested, "Let's leave."

She detested the stares of strangers.

She didn't want to startle people.

Isaac's face hardened. He threw a frosty glance at the saleswoman and stated, "I'll take all of these."

The saleswoman, realizing her lack of tact, swiftly packaged the clothes.

Isaac was aware that Camila disliked the odd looks.

He promptly paid the bill and escorted her out.

Once they reached a tranquil spot, Isaac enveloped her in a hug.

He gently stroked her hair, comforting her in a soft tone, “You're not ugly. Don't mind the way others perceive you."

Camila murmured, "I just don't want to scare anyone.”

Those who knew her well wouldn't regard her strangely, but she knew her appearance might shock outsiders.