Claire ended up getting a stylo, which she thought was among the other expensive accessories that didn’t seem too otherworldly expensive. But the pen ended up costing a whopping fifty thousand pounds. Claire was flabbergasted. Violet had to give her a look as if to say, “Wipe that damn expression off your face right now!” when the sales clerk announced the price.
“Can I not take it anymore?” Claire asked Violet in a soft whisper. She had never thought that such a simple fountain pen could cost more than her annual income.
“Don’t be bloody ridiculous,” Violet said in a low voice. “Just get it and leave.”
“Okay, but I like ordinary, normal-functioning, and somewhat pretty-looking pens,” Claire replied. “What would I do with a pen that is worth £50,000?”
“I suppose you could write with it
