By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Stepping out of the car, Audrey gracefully walked inside. She was wearing a white dress; her dark hair was combed back beautifully, flowing in beautiful waves. The makeup on her delicate face was perfect, and she wore a fitting diamond earings. Her purse was of a luxury brand, and perfect for her skin colour. Elegantly, she walked to Dior counter.
‘Madam, the pink one will fit you,’ the saleswoman said cheerfully to Audrey. Of course, Audrey looked impressive in her outfit, so it was obvious that anyone around would give her respect and pamper her like a queen. After all, she looked rich and beautiful. But if she had worn an unbranded dress, the saleswoman would have kept wiping any dress, Audrey touched. Her face would have been cold and without enthusiasm, because the saleswomen only smiled at those wearing luxury brands. But anyone dressed normally attracted their cold faces, because they felt that anyone wearing unbranded cheap clothes couldn’t afford luxury brands and therefore shouldn’t touch anything here.
‘No, I have got lots of pinks,’ Audrey said with a smile. ‘I want this one.’ She pointed. It was a peach coloured dress.
‘But don’t you like the pink dress I chose for you?’ the sales woman asked, trying to curry favour.
‘No,
I love it. It’s beautiful. I didn’t come for pinks and blues,’Audrey said. ‘I
want that one also.’she pointed at a beige-coloured dress.
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