“This,” I said as I pointed a branded luxury dress “Also this,” I pointed another dress, not even bothering to check the price tag. I don't know how much it cost—but the look of the saleslady says it cost a lot. I don't care how expensive it is. I will take it home if I want to. This opportunity is once in a life time, so why would I let it slip? “Ma'am, this is a limited edition and it cost two million, I don't think you can afford this—” she said in a rather arrogant voice I stop checking the luxury dresses hangered on the hanging racks. The bitch had the audacity to speak to me. I prevented myself from rolling my eyes, did she just said what I think she said? I'm a middle class, but I know to respect someone who is obviously overflowing with money. “Did I ask for your opinion?” I cut her off, glancing back at her. I lifted the black card infront of her—pressing the card on her chest “If you don't want me to buy that tacky dress, then I won't. It's not a lost.” She went pale
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