I asked.
"Can I get it for $50?" She announced.
I looked at her.
Fifty dollars was a little not what I needed but she wanted it.
"Okay ma'am, I'll pack it up for you," I said, I removed the materials from the hanger and wrapped it for her.
After she left, another customer came in. And another after that.
Hours later, I walked back inside the mansion.
"Tell me, how much did you make?"
Grandfather asked me the second I stepped inside.
I came forward and placed the sales I made to him, he counted them and said, "it isn't $500, it's just $300.
I knew the amount wasn't what he wanted from me but what can I say, people don't actually like clothes handmade by people and I can't force them to buy at such an expensive rate.
While grandfather was talk
