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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at KU chapter.

I was in Sin City A.K.A. Las Vegas staying on the strip over spring break. One day, I went shopping with my mom at an outdoor mall just down the street from all of the casinos. After four hours of searching, I finally found a cute shirt and then went to Francesca’s to match jewelry. The parking meter was about to run out so we ran back to the car to leave. About one block away from the car, I felt something fall out of my bag. I turned around and the blazer I had taken off earlier and stuffed in my bag was on the ground. The bottom of my bag had fallen apart, and nothing else besides my blazer fell out.

So, I was missing a floral dress and a sparkly shirt from express. I wasn’t about to leave $60 behind so I retraced my steps with my mom and found nothing. I went back to the store where the broken bag and the dress were from. There was nothing they could do and they actually asked us kindly to leave the store. I went into Guess (where I was trying on clothing earlier) and they also found nothing. The worker at Guess told me there was no hope because, after all, it was Vegas. We notified the mall security and nothing came up. Defeated, my mom and I decided to go back to the hotel. It was only some clothing, nothing to cry over.

We went on with our lives, rode the “New York, New York” roller coaster, and ate dinner. Throughout the night I was receiving phone calls from a random Las Vegas area code number. I didn’t know how anyone would have my number so I ignored it. On the third time of them calling I answered. A young girl who sounded about my age started to tell me that she found my clothing strewn about the mall. In my Express bag was my phone number and name. Apparently that day was the day to sign up for an Express rewards card. The girl wanted to give me my bags back so she called until I answered. My family and I drove out to North Las Vegas, about 25 minutes from my hotel, to get my things back at 11 p.m. the night before my 7 a.m. flight. Xionny was the sweetest girl I had ever met and she went out of her way to help a stranger. Faith in humanity has been restored.