4
The manager of my favorite luxury store texted me, saying they’d just gotten new stock and invited me to check it out.
Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to swing by.
As soon as I walked in, there they were: Chase and Savannah.
There was only one sales associate in the store. She glanced at me and completely ignored me, continuing to smile and serve them.
Savannah was wearing a logo–plastered outfit, even though it was so last season.
Meanwhile, I was in a simple t–shirt and carrying a canvas bag. No wonder the saleswoman thought I wasn’t worth her time.
Savannah noticed me too. “What kind of people are they letting in this store?”
Chase added, “Harper Westbrook, what are you doing here? You can’t afford anything in this store.”
I smiled. “Oh? Did your family open this store? I didn’t know I needed permission to look around.”
The saleswoman clearly picked up on the tension and sided with them. “I’m sorry, miss, but the lowest–priced item in our store is $30,000. If you can’t afford it, you really shouldn’t waste your time.”
I couldn’t help but laugh inside. She had no idea who she was backing.
After showing Savannah several bags, I overheard her say to Chase, “Baby, I want this one, and the second one in that row too.”
The sales associate beamed. “Oh, you have such good taste, miss! These are our bestsellers. You’ve got a great eye.”
Savannah, pleased, slung the bag over her shoulder and admired herself in the mirror. Then she noticed me.
“Harper Westbrook, aren’t you embarrassed carrying around that cheap canvas bag? Aren’t you supposed to have a job?”
I was carrying a canvas bag because I planned to go grocery shopping later. Gotta think green, you know? Save the planet.
I shot back, “What’s wrong with a canvas bag? Does your family live by the sea or something? Why are you so concerned?”
Savannah, frustrated, rushed back to Chase. “This one, that one, and the other one–I want them all!”
Chase, trying to sound generous, said, “Buy them all!”
The saleswoman’s eyes sparkled with glee.
I picked up a black handbag, wanting a closer look, when the saleswoman stormed over.
“I’m sorry, miss, but this is our latest model. It costs $150,000 and is only available to our VVIP clients. Please don’t touch it–you might get it dirty.”
Savannah laughed. “Harper, don’t get your filthy hands on that bag. You couldn’t afford it even if you sold yourself.”
I was about to fire back when a sharp voice came from the entrance.
