Chloe
There was one thing my father was right about.
Money makes the world go around.
I leaned back against the plush velvet seat, my posture lazy, my fingers tapping idly against the armrest as I gazed down at the woman kneeling before me.
Poppy was struggling to keep her forced smile in place as she adjusted the delicate diamond heels on my foot. The shoes sparkled under the store’s bright lights, hugging my slender feet like they had been made just for me.
She looked up, her voice tight but polite. "How is this one, ma’am?"
I tilted my head, humming thoughtfully, drawing out the moment. “It’s nice,” I mused.
Poppy visibly relaxed, her shoulders sinking with relief. But then I smiled and said, “But I don’t like it. Change it.”
Poppy stiffened, her fingers twitching slightly again
