The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novels & Stories

Is it too awkward? “Wow! You look beautiful.” I pouted and was about to say something but she cut me off. “Shut up, it's perfect. We're taking it.” Finally, we're done with the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror before taking it off. It's not too bad. I checked the price and my mind blew off. A normal person can live for a month with this money. I sighed, I've a bad habit, I won't check the price until I want to buy it. If I had seen the price before, I should have told Amy something. Now she'll insist that I buy this dress.

The coffee was too quiet. The clean cups gleamed on the shelves, the smell of fresh coffee still hovering in the air, but no one came to pick them up. The empty tables stared at me, and the chairs, too aligned, seemed to mock my attempt at normality. I already knew that the story had done damage, but I did not imagine that it would be like this.

“Here we will definitely pick the most breathtaking dress of all possible ones for you!” “Wow…” was all I managed to say when I saw this kingdom of snow-white gloss and festive splendor. The shop was huge, and the assortment even bigger. Walking up to one of the gowns, I glanced at the price tag out of the corner of my eye — and instantly felt faint. This salon was clearly meant for not-so-ordinary mortals. Seeing my reaction to the number on the tag, Irisha burst out laughing. “Don’t make that ‘holy crap’ face,” the blonde whispered, clearly amused. “The Yartsevs can afford dresses far more expensive than this. So put on your happiest brick-like face and relax.”