"Just tell me how much," Ethan said bluntly.
He glanced over the stall—sure enough, that hair clip wasn't there anymore.
Cassandra raised two fingers and gave them a little shake.
"Two hundred, then," Mara said casually as she reached into Ethan’s pocket, fished out his wallet, and pulled out two crisp bills, handing them over without missing a beat.
"Nope, nope, nope!" Cassandra wagged her finger with exaggerated seriousness. "I meant two thousand. I mean, come on, you're the heiress of the almighty Hawthorne family. If you're not wearing a hair accessory worth at least two grand, it doesn’t match your status."
From what she remembered about Ethan in her past life, the guy never stepped out without a couple thousand in cash on him.
"Girl, are you for real? You love thi
