A boutique that, oddly enough, is serviced by a girl of 10: Marcela .

She is the third generation that builds stories with dresses It runs in her blood, she feels it in her heart. A dress is much more than cloth, a dress can become part of a dream.

Another girl enters the store. She is a shy girl, she shows even sad. She comes behind her parents who intend to brighten the day at the boutique. They have heard things about that place and about the wonderful people who attend it. Marcela receives her with great emotion, because for her the visit of a client is always a cause for celebration. The girl blushes and looks down. Marcela is watching and squinting with a gesture of insight, says: "I have just something for you, wait... I will come back!". Marcela runs to her clothes and feels her heart pound, her skin cracks, her breathing is shaking. I don't know, that always happens to her. For moments her whole world revolves around a girl and the perfect dress that will highlight everything in her: her skin tone, complexion, hair, the way she looks, how the sun's rays will light the rhinestones, the details that will make She the most radiant woman in the universe. Because for some reason you know that beauty has more to do with the happiness you radiate, the energy you transmit and the self-confidence. It is not the color of your eyes, nor the tone of your skin, nor your features, it is your personality that gives you beauty and Marcela knows it ...

Choose a dress, and your heart gives a I overturn. She returns with the shy girl and shows it to her, almost immediately she takes her hand and guides her to the fitting rooms. She assists her at all times. She asks that once tried on, leave but close your eyes. The girl opens the curtain, closes her eyes and takes a step outside the dressing room. Marcela asks her to imagine her favorite place in the world, at a party in her honor with all the people who love her. Despite her introversion, the girl can't help smiling. Marcela asks her to turn and open her eyes. In front of her, a large mirror returned the reflection of a transformed girl from head to toe. But I don't talk about the dress, I talk about the expression on her face. She started to go from one side to side, looked at her parents, hugged them and turned around in the mirror, < strong> took the fall of the dress with his hands and imagined a waltz.

Marcela really enjoyed her work, since she was a little girl helping her mother and grandmother in their boutiques and since they opened theirs, but I had never felt an emotion like that of that day.

A couple of hours later, her grandmother noticed her thoughtfully and smiling to herself. "Marce, let's take a walk" . The two went to the town square until they sat on the edge of the central fountain. Her grandmother took a small stone from his clothes and handed it to her.