[Jasmine's POV]
"I was only looking at it, I wasn't going to touch it," I protested.
The woman scoffed dismissively. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe-looking bun, and her name tag read Margaret. When her eyes met mine, my skin crawled.
"Why are you even in this store?" Her beady eyes took in my white dress, and she curled her lip in disgust. "You can't even afford to breathe the air in here, let alone purchase a necklace that costs five million dollars."
My mouth dropped open. How could one piece of jewelry cost that much? Sure, it was beautiful, but who would spend that much on a necklace?
And how dare this woman judge me? She didn't know the first thing about me.
My jaw clenched, and I narrowed my eyes at the rude saleswoman. "I'm a customer here. You can't talk to me that way."
Margaret crossed her arms and gestured to my short dress.
"I don't serve hookers. You need to leave."
