The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper
"Alright, miss, call me if you need anything."
She leaves, and I look around the store. Not many people are here—just a few—maybe because it’s evening and it’s a weekday. I stroll around to the dress section, and different dresses begin to catch my eye. I trail my fingers over the delicate fabrics of the different dresses I see, and when I spot the price tag, I don’t even bother to get it out of the rack for further inspection. This goes on for a while, causing me to sigh. It’s just a dress; why does it have to be so expensive? The price tags are outrageous; what do you mean fifty thousand dollars for a dress? So far, the cheapest I’ve seen is a nine thousand dollar dress, while the rest spa
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