Isadora arrived at the mall, and her breath hitched at the beauty before her.
She has never been to a place so grand like this. I mean, in the past couple of years, she never accepted Mitchell’s mall date proposal. And her excuse was, a person like her has absolutely no business being in a place so grand.
Everything was gold, marble, and sparkling under bright lights. She clutched the ATM card to her chest, her fingers trembling with excitement.
“Wow,” she whispered, staring around at the beautiful glass shops, yet everything still felt like a dream.
When she stepped into a high-end boutique, her eyes were wide with enthusiasm. She picked out three casual outfits that felt like silk against her skin and five professional work outfits. Each time she added something to her arm, her hea
