I looked up at the guy in front of me. Rolex on his wrist, emerald necklace on his neck, the whole vibe screamed money and show-off.
Compared to him, I was dressed super plain.
"I picked it first. Wait your turn."
He glanced me up and down like he was sizing me up, then suddenly gave a smirk.
"Pretty girl, you look nice. Don’t be so snappy, yeah? You even know who I am? Think you can snatch this from me?"
I wasn’t scared, and honestly, I didn’t care who he was. I checked out the brooch but didn’t see the logo I was looking for, so I put it back.
Nicholas Perry only wanted pieces from Snowlolly. That’s the only brand he collected.
"Why would I need to know who you are just to buy something? You can have it now."
He pulled off his sunglasses, showing a pair of wide,
