Rise Of The Betrayed Omega
"Probably saw the sale, sale window display and wandered in. Should we tell them about the prices upfront?"
Riley's face flushes red. "Stella, maybe we should go—"
"No." I squeeze her hand. "We're staying."
The blonde assistant approaches us, her smile professionally pleasant but her eyes cool. "Good afternoon. May I help you find something?"
"Yes," I say pleasantly. "We're looking for complete wardrobes. Multiple outfits, shoes, accessories. For both her." I point to Riley.
The assistants exchange another look.
"I see," the blonde says slowly. "Well, I should mention that our pieces start at around five hundred dollars—"