Scars Of A Broken Bond

The woman recognized them too, though she regarded them with disdain “Oh, it’s you two? How dare you shop here? Can you even afford this? Don’t embarrass yourselves!”

“It’s our concern, not yours,” Sabrina responded in an icy tone. Then, she turned to the saleswoman. “I chose this first. Wrap it for me, please.”

Without hesitation, the other woman charged forward, declaring, “Package that watch for me! Don’t sell it to them. They couldn’t possibly afford it!”

The watch had caught her eye the moment she saw it; it perfectly suited the gentleman she had met on the flight. If their paths crossed again, she planned to gift it to him.

The saleswoman’s eyes moved up and down the woman’s attire, then turned to Sabrina and Bettie with uncertainty.

Sabrina’s and Bettie’s outfits were tastefully selected, certainly more refined than those of average people.

The other woman’s appearance, however, was striking, adorned with well-known brands from head to foot.

card on the table, stating, “Since I’ve chosen to

five times the amount. Sell it to me,” the woman demanded, her voice

was obviously a

would ease the saleswoman’s concerns about meeting

in a mental debate, the saleswoman turned to Sabrina with a troubled expression.

woman’s gaze fell on Sabrina, her

else. Shouldn’t there be a first-come, first-served policy? Where

manager won’t help you. Even if he were here,

eyes at the woman, inquired, “Sabrina, do you hear a dog barking? How strange!

to tie its