Lucy walked into the jewelry showroom with two girls.
She said mockingly, "Well, if it isn't Mrs. Davis."
One of the girls asked curiously, "Which Mrs. Davis?"
"The one who held a wedding all by herself, only for Mr. Davis to refuse to acknowledge her. That Mrs. Davis."
The three of them burst into contemptuous laughter.
I smiled at her, but my eyes were cold. "If you're not buying anything, please leave."
Lucy lifted her chin arrogantly. "Why should we leave? The customer is king. I want to buy jewelry."
"Are you sure you can afford it?"
"Don't look down on me."
I signaled to the sales assistant, and she immediately led them inside. "This way, please."
Tina leaned closer to me. "A social climber like her buying our jewelry? Aren't you afraid she'll ruin our brand?"
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