Looking at the two people who were so affectionate in the fitting area, Beatrice hurriedly looked away, regretting even more that she had agreed to follow them.
Clamore.
Clamore was a brand that my mother liked very much.
She looked at the gorgeous clothes in front of her carefully and couldn’t help but think of the time when she went shopping with her parents.
“As long as our parents are here, our Beatrice will always be the little princess in our hands.”
At that time, she felt that she was the happiest person in the world.
But now, Beatrice looked at the price of the dress and found that it was 34,000 dollars, a number that she could not even hope for.
Seeing Beatrice staring at the dress stupidly, Viola blinked at Harold and spoke mysteriously.
“I know what gift to give Beatrice!”
She almost snatched it from Beatrice in one go.
“Beatrice, stay here. You like this skirt, don’t you?”
When Beatrice subconsciously looked at Harold, his eyes were dazed for a moment.
This dress was too expensive and did not suit her status.
More importantly, she didn’t want to owe Viola anymore and even less did she want to owe Harold.
“Sister-in-law, you misunderstood.”