Primrose had to physically restrain her jaw from falling while gazing around the sparkly showroom that Sydney and Sandra dragged her into.
If she were to compare the place to anything she had seen so far in her life, the lady would liken it to the fancy and spacious halls of her father’s casino. Just replace the poker tables with display cabinets and add some mannequins and clothing racks to the mix. The high ceilings and massive chandeliers also made the room as Victorian-themed as the Mortel’s residence.
“Isn’t this a bit too much?” she can’t help but speak her mind. Her head kept glancing left and right, not knowing where to look first. “Are we looking for Sander’s birthday present, or do we have to get something for the entire family? Am I missing something here?”
The mother and
