Chapter 218
Shirley was absolutely adorable—and so were her spending habits.
She’d happily throw together a hearty meal for just a few bucks, but wouldn’t think twice about splurging twice as much on a fancy latte. If the evening called for it, she’d treat herself to a lavish dinner out-maybe a fondue night or a sizzling steakhouse-never letting her taste buds feel neglected.
But ask her to spend a single dollar on a pack of tissues? Absolutely not. No way.
Her philosophy was simple: “Save on the little things, spend on what matters.”
Effie was about the same age as Shirley, but after years living with her grandmother, her habits were a world apart. Her grandmother lived by the rules of healthy living: no cold drinks, everything fresh, nothing out of season, and food always light and wholesome.
Effie didn’t care much for indulgent treats; the only thing that ever tempted her was seafood.
“This time, if you help me seal the deal, there’s a bonus coming our way,” Effie told Shirley with a smile. “You’ll finally get to spend guilt-free.”
Shirley’s face lit up. “That’s fantastic!”
As the two chatted about their soon-to-be windfall, Nelly approached, catching the tail end of their conversation. Internally, she scoffed. Bonus? In their dreams.
“Effie, that scarf is gorgeous. Where’d you get it?” Nelly asked sweetly. And before Effie could react, Nelly reached out and yanked the silk scarf from her neck.
The fake smile evaporated from Nelly’s face. “Why isn’t there anything?”
Effie fixed her with a cold stare and stood up. She was taller than Nelly, and as she rose, the shift in energy was almost physical-Nelly suddenly felt small, dwarfed by Effie’s presence.
“What exactly were you hoping to see?” Effie’s gaze was icy, as if she could see right through Nelly’s intentions.
“I just… I mean, I thought—” Nelly stammered, having expected to find some embarrassing mark, maybe a hickey, hidden beneath the scarf.
But there was nothing there at all.
“I wear scarves because they go with my outfit. What did you think?” Effie’s tone was cool and dismissive.
Nelly’s bravado faltered. She tossed the scarf back at Effie. “Here, take it.”
Except the scarf didn’t quite leave her hand. It caught on a rhinestone on her manicured nails, snagging the delicate fabric.
Effie’s expression darkened as she looked at the pulled thread. “That’s my scarf,” she said, her voice tight with anger.
Nelly bristled. “Why are you raising your voice? It was an accident!”
Effie’s voice was like ice. “You break else’s things and act like big deal? Did I give permission to touch my scarf?”
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Nelly shot Shirley a venomous glare. “Who asked for your opinion?”
Shirley just shrugged. She was only telling the truth, but clearly, Nelly’s pride had
taken a hit.
Effie said, “Shirley’s right. Even
children know how to take
responsibility. Apologize and pay up.
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Hermes-ten grand. I expect your
payment in five minutes.”
“You’re out of your mind! Who’s to say it’s even real?” Nelly shot back.
She owned a few Hermes scarves herself, and they’d never cost more than four
or five thousand. Ten grand? No way.