Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
Chalida, usually the center of attention, found herself a reluctant shadow.
"So, where are we going?" Chalida asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Oh, just browsing," Pim said, her eyes sweeping over the displays. She paused in front of a window featuring a limited-edition haute couture gown. "That looks rather... you, doesn't it, Chalida?"
Chalida scoffed. "Please. That's from the new 'Crimson Solstice' collection. Only five were made worldwide. I've been trying to get my hands on it for months." Her eyes lingered on the dress, a flicker of longing in their depths.