Chapter Nineteen

We reached downtown not long after leaving, and what unfolded before us were charming boutiques and stores, each exuding its own unique aesthetic. Once upon a time, I relished coming here, shopping without a care in the world, often accompanied by my mother during my carefree childhood. But that allure has faded now. In my current jobless state, searching for employment, splurging on such indulgences felt like an irresponsible luxury.

As we arrived at the heart of the city, a sudden impulse urged me to halt the car. Stepping out, I made a beeline for Jammin Jewellery, renowned as the finest jewelry store in Calderon. They showcased the latest trends, every piece a masterpiece crafted by top designers from across the globe—exquisite and with a price tag that only those immensely wealthy could comfortably bear.

The salesgirls, discerning potential customers from our attire and demeanor, smiled and approached us with eager enthusiasm, their well-honed instincts at work.

Suppressing my em