Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The woman recognized them too, though she regarded them with disdain “Oh, it’s you two? How dare you shop here? Can you even afford this? Don’t embarrass yourselves!”

“It’s our concern, not yours,” Sabrina responded in an icy tone. Then, she turned to the saleswoman. “I chose this first. Wrap it for me, please.”

Without hesitation, the other woman charged forward, declaring, “Package that watch for me! Don’t sell it to them. They couldn’t possibly afford it!”

The watch had caught her eye the moment she saw it; it perfectly suited the gentleman she had met on the flight. If their paths crossed again, she planned to gift it to him.

The saleswoman’s eyes moved up and down the woman’s attire, then turned to Sabrina and Bettie with uncertainty.

Sabrina’s and Bettie’s outfits were tastefully selected, certainly more refined than those of average people.

striking, adorned

card on the table, stating, “Since I’ve chosen to purchase this, you can be certain I have the

pay five times the amount. Sell it to me,” the woman demanded, her voice full of authority. “If

was obviously a

several watches to her would ease the saleswoman’s concerns about meeting the month’s

with a troubled expression. “Miss, we offer many styles here. Would you consider selecting

on Sabrina,

before anyone else. Shouldn’t there be a

woman’s arrogance grew as she retorted, “Calling the manager won’t help you. Even if he were

at the woman, inquired, “Sabrina, do you hear a dog

forgot to tie its

call me a dog?” The