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    Ste bit back her irritation and picked out a different one, only for Doreen to do it again.


    It was like Doreen had made it her personal goal to grab whatever Ste showed interest in. Every time, she was just a second faster, snatching it right before Ste’s fingers could touch them.


    After a few rounds of this nonsense, Sharon had had enough. “Seriously? Do you have to copy everything we do? You can’t pick something on your own?”


    Doreen flinched a little, her voice dropping to a weak mumble. “I just thought those looked nice too. You haven’t bought them yet, so what’s the harm in me taking a look?”


    Ste, who usually avoided drama, was honestly shocked at how far Doreen was willing to go just to be annoying.


    She took a step back, crossed her arms, and said in a calm but cutting tone, “If you love them so much, go ahead and pick first.”


    Doreen froze, standing there awkwardly for nearly five minutes, and still couldn’t make up her mind.


    Next to her, Jazlyn was clearly losing patience. She practically wore a groove in the ground with her tapping foot. “Doreen, can you just choose already? Or is everything here trash to you?”


    Unfortunately, the stall owner heard that and didn’t take it well. “Ma’am, every single pearl here is certified. You’re wee to have them checked if you want. But calling my items trash without even knowing what you’re looking at? That’s just rude.”


    Jazlyn hadn’t meant anything by it; she was just annoyed. But the owner’seback caught her off guard. She awkwardly shrugged and nudged Doreen to get on with it.


    Feeling the pressure, Doreen panicked and pointed to a ne hanging nearby.


    “That one’s super sparkly!” she said, trying to sound confident.


    Ste and Sharon stepped back, waiting to see what kind of masterpiece Doreen hadnded on.


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    And sure enough, that was the one she ended up buying.


    Jazlyn, acting like she owned the ce, jabbed a finger at it and said to the vendor, “We’ll take this one.”


    But the owner’s face twisted like he had just sucked on a lemon. “Sorry, ma’am. You’ll need to choose another. That one’s not for sale.”


    Jazlyn instantly assumed it must be some exclusive, high-end piece.


    She lifted her chin and strutted like she was walking a red carpet. “What’s the issue? You think we can’t afford it? Go ahead, name your price; we’re not short on cash.”


    The owner let out a long sigh. “It’s not about the money. That ne just isn’t for sale.”


    That really set Jazlyn off.


    “What kind of shop are you even running? If it’s not for sale, then why put it out here in the first ce? You think we don’t deserve it just because we’re not wearing designer brands?”


    Jazlyn, who was raised in the countryside, had a voice loud enough to shake the walls. Her shouting turned every head at the exhibit.


    The owner lookedpletely fed up. “Ma’am, no one’s saying you can’t buy anything. Just choose another ne.”


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