Yvette's mood dampened recalling the entire event that had happened inside the jewelry store. She had always been proud of herself, as she knew she was someone who was capable of working hard to earn anything she would need. She never defined herself as poor or rich or solvent, criteria like that. But for the first time, after stepping out into a world so cruel to someone who wasn't loaded with riches, she realized how little she was, and how big the world of wealthy people is.
Irvyn let out a sigh, noticing Yvette had an awkward pause after she said those. He could clearly see how sad she had become, and even though she kept saying that she didn't mind back in the store, it was obvious that she was actually hurt.
"Guess that stupid girl's rotten mind rubbed off on you." He spoke up, earning her attention in response.
"What do you mean?"
