Kaya blinked. "Ah—no, I don't think so. I'm not planning to buy…"
The woman laughed softly. "It's alright, child. Don't buy it—just try it. It will look beautiful on you."
Kaya bit her lower lip, clearly torn, then finally nodded. Carefully, she slipped the bangle toward her wrist—only for it to stop halfway near her thumb.
"Hmm… it might be small," she murmured awkwardly.
The woman shook her head gently. "No, child. It's not small."
Before Kaya could protest, the woman took her hand, her touch warm and firm. She began massaging Kaya's fingers softly, pressing the joints one by one. Then, with a practiced motion, she twisted the bangle slightly, pressed it over her thumb, and—click—it slid into place perfectly.
Kaya's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you—?"
The woman chuckled, clearly amused. "Child, you've never worn bangles before, have you?"
Kaya blinked. "No… not really."
