“Because you know my past, you think I cannot afford the clothes here?” Emily asked.
"Yes, you cannot. Or have you suddenly become rich? Or maybe... you have gotten a rich sugar daddy? That's not even possible because no reasonable man will sponsor a loser like you. Your dress is already speaking a lot."
The other lady stared at Emily, checking her clothes out. She took her time, moving her eyes from Emily’s foot wear up to her dress, then to her face. She could tell she was wearing a low-budget cloth. They don’t sell the type of cloth she was wearing. With what she was seeing, Stacey seemed to be right. But she didn’t want to take sides and just kick her away. She has to handle her professionally.
Emily noticed the scrutiny and resisted the urge to adjust her dress. She reminded herse
