I thought she just wanted to see what I bought…
But somehow every single item became a correction session.
Nothing escaped inspection.
Not the choices.
Not the colors.
Not even how I explained them.
Every time I thought she approved something…
another correction happened immediately.
And the calmer she became,
the more uncomfortable the whole situation felt.
By the end, it felt less like shopping
and more like passing a test.
There’s a part you definitely didn’t expect.
👉 The continuation is on the profile.
