~~ETHEL~~
Eloise on Fifth was exactly what it sounded like.
Expensive.
"These price tags have to be a joke," Maya whispered beside me, her eyes wide as she held up a dress by the hanger. She flipped the tag over and immediately put it back like it had burned her fingers. "Ethel, this single dress costs more than my rent."
"I know," I whispered back, even though I didn't know why we were whispering.
The boutique had that effect. All gleaming surfaces and soft lighting and rails of clothing that probably cost more collectively than a small country's GDP. Even the air smelled expensive.
"Miss Sterling?"
I turned to find a woman approaching us, impeccably dressed with the kind of effortless polish that told you she'd worked here long enough that expensive had stopped meaning anything to
