The salesperson also noticed Evelyn’s exquisite attire and smiled as they introduced, “This is the most expensive item in our store, and it perfectly complements your style, Miss.”
“Quetzal, why don’t you try it on?” Evelyn urged.
Quetzal hesitated. She couldn’t afford even the cheapest item in this store, “Evelyn, I think I’ll just look at something else.”
“Go try it on,” Evelyn pushed her slightly from behind, “You have that audition for the musical coming up soon, right? This dress would be perfect for it.”
Thinking about the musical, Quetzal felt a twinge of excitement. She could try it on, and if it fit well, she could ask her mom to find a tailor to make a similar one later.
But just as Quetzal approached the dress, a pair of hands landed on the hem. It was Molly.
“I’ve been eyeing this dress for a while,” Molly said unabashedly, pushing Quetzal aside, “So, sorry, Quetzal.” She then walked up to Evelyn with the dress in hand, “Evelyn, this dress suits me better, doesn’t it?”
Evelyn pursed her lips in silence.
Taking her silence as consent, Molly asked, “So, shall I buy it?”
Evelyn replied, “It’s up to you.”
“Wrap this up for me,” Molly handed the dress to the salesperson. Afraid that Evelyn might change her mind, Molly quickly ripped off the price tag.
The salesperson nodded with a smile, “Miss, please come this way to make the payment.”
“Me? make the payment? Where did you see me wanting to pay?” Molly pointed at Evelyn. “Ask her to pay.”
“But you’re the one who removed the price tag,” the salesperson hesitated.
The salesperson could clearly see Evelyn’s attitude towards Molly, so how could she bring herself to ask Evelyn?
“Evelyn, after taking so much inheritance from my grandmother, are you really unwilling to buy me a few dresses?” Molly turned to Evelyn and asked.
Grandmother?
When their grandmother was seriously ill, Molly was still out partying with friends all night. She only attended the funeral because Norman promised her fifty thousand pocket money.
Now she knew it was her grandmother? How could she have the face to say that?
“Evelyn??” Molly frowned with discontent.
Evelyn smirked. “Feel free to choose.”
Molly instantly looked smug, grabbing all the dresses she had picked out into her hands and ruined the tag.
Twenty minutes later, Molly looked satisfied with her spoils. She glanced at the dress she was wearing, which had been worn several times. She gestured imperiously towards Evelyn, “I’m going to change into a new outfit. Settle the bill, and wait for me here.”
“Sure,” Evelyn replied, still wearing a friendly expression.
Quetzal was getting anxious, “Evelyn, these dresses must cost over two hundred thousand! Why are you indulging Molly like this?”
Evelyn remained silent. She walked over to the pile of clothes, picked out the one she liked, and handed it to the salesperson. “I’ll take this one.”
The salesperson was bewildered. “Just… this one?”
“Why not?” Evelyn reminded her. “Did I ever say I would pay for her?”
The salesperson realized that Evelyn’s words were all perfunctory to Molly.
Worried that Evelyn wouldn’t even buy this one dress, the salesperson quickly helped Evelyn with the payment.
“Let’s go,” Evelyn said, pulling Quetzal away.
Quetzal finally realized what was happening and left with Evelyn, smiling.
They circled around and bought some drinks, then stood nearby, waiting to see the show.
…
Knowing Evelyn had left, Molly’s face turned red with anger.
The salesperson urged, “Miss, are you going to pay by card?”
“Card?” Molly panicked. “You let the person who was going to pay leave! Now you want me to pay? That’s ridiculous!” She tried to leave.
The salesperson called security to surrounded her, “The total is two hundred and thirteen thousand two hundred dollar. Will you pay or should we call the police?”
Molly was frightened by the situation. “Can I not buy it for now?”
The salesperson replied firmly, “Sorry, Miss. You threw away the price tags already.”
“I…” Molly broke down in tears at the thought of the price. In the end, she had no choice but to call her mom Rita.
…
Days passed by. Evelyn couldn’t shake off the words of Old Mr. Wilson from her mind, nor could she dismiss the ominous presence of the ‘Silent Reapers,’ whose power she could only guess at. With each passing day, her unease deepened.
One day, Evelyn’s heart suddenly began to race uncontrollably. She felt a surge of panic and rushed back to the villa without a second thought. Upon entering, she found David standing in the living room with a look of anxiety on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Evelyn asked, her heart pounding.
David seemed surprised by Evelyn’s sudden return. He glanced nervously towards the guest room before shaking his head,