She started nagging, and I felt like there was a fly beside my ear.
When I started to get a little annoyed, I said, "Stop nagging, Ma'am. I have noted down everything you said."
She stopped talking and beckoned to the shopkeeper." I want the one she's wearing, the tweed coat hanging over there, and the few I picked earlier."
Another shopkeeper entered the dressing room and brought out the clothes I changed out of earlier.
Cassey waved her hand. "You don't have to pack the ones she changed out of. Just throw them away."
"Throw them away?" I widened my eyes.
My voice was a little loud, startling Cassey and the two shopkeepers.
"If we don't throw them out, are we supposed to keep them until they lay grow mold?" Cassey pointed at my forehead. "Don't tell me that they can still be worn. If you wear clothes of a luxury brand from 800 years ago, they’ll not even look half as decent as the ones bought on the side of the road. Others might even think that you’re a nouveau riche gone broke. Please don’t embarrass Theo."
A woman’s poisonous mouth could kill.
The clothes I changed out of were bought by Theo three years ago. I brought them to Zenon, and because they were comfortable to wear, I wore them for many years and was not concerned if they were outdated or not.
Now that she mentioned it, I felt terribly outdated.
Perhaps because I was accompanied by a crazy shopper who could drive my desire for consumption, I later bought a lot of things as well.
Cassey drove her car here and so did I, so there was no issue with us carrying these things home ourselves.
However, Cassey still gave Caleb a call and used a spoiled tone as soon as she spoke to him, "Caleb, I'm in City Square Mall and have bought a lot of things. I can’t carry them myself. Can you come over and carry them for me?"
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