I thought Theo had finally done something kind.
Before I could even celebrate, after revealing my identity, I was publicly humiliated by that shopkeeper.
“What Mrs. Baron? I don’t know her. Mr. Baron didn’t mention her. I only listen to Mr. Baron.”
“Where did you come from? You can’t even afford diapers and you’re pretending to be rich?”
His phone screen suddenly lit up. Someone had sent a message asking about the progress.
I glanced at the wallpaper and saw it was a photo of Stella. What else was there to understand?
“Name your price. How much are you willing to sell it for?”
The other person looked me up and down with disdain.
“Ten thousand per photo, cash only. Hand it over.”
I froze in shock.
Now I couldn’t even ask Charles for help.
Luna’s cries grew louder, attracting the mall security guards who were ready to escort us out.
As I was frantically trying to figure out what to do, my phone popped up with some messages from Theo.
[It’s okay, you don’t need to come. Take Luna home and stay there.]
[Today happens to be Stella’s birthday, so we’ve changed Luna’s birthday party to Stella’s birthday party.]