It was a sunny Saturday afternoon at Maplewood Mall in Chicago, where shoppers streamed in and out of upscale boutiques. Inside Rosewood Apparel, a polished women’s fashion shop, racks of pastel tops and tailored coats lined the walls. The faint scent of luxury perfume drifted in the air, while soft pop music bursted in the background.
Seventeen-year-old Alyssa Carter, a Black teen, entered with a glowing smile.
She had saved tips from her café job for weeks, planning to buy a dress for her high school spring formal. Fashion was her passion—she watched runway shows online and dreamed of majoring in merchandising one day. Today, she was finally going to purchase something she’d be proud to wear.
She browsed carefully, fingertips brushing fabrics. Then, a pale pink satin dress with a graceful neckline caught her eye. Holding it to her frame in the mirror, Alyssa whispered,
“Perfect.”
Before she could try it on, a sharp voice cut in.
“Excuse me,” said Karen Whitfield, the manager—a middle-aged white woman with perfectly pressed blonde hair and a clipped voice. Her shiny name tag rested against a navy blazer. “Can I help you?”
Alyssa answered politely.
“Yes, I’d like to try this on.”
Karen’s gaze narrowed, gliding from Alyssa’s sneakers to her modest jeans. “Those gowns are rather expensive,” she noted. “Perhaps you’d feel more comfortable in our clearance area.” She gestured vaguely toward the back, where outdated pieces hung.
Alyssa stiffened. Her cheeks warmed, but she replied, “I know what I want. May I have a fitting room?”
Karen folded her arms.
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