When they arrived at the store entrance, Molly Walker quickly walked inside.
The waiter glanced at her, noticing her plain clothes with no brand labels, and assumed she was just here for window-shopping.
No one came to serve her.
Molly didn't mind and quickly walked over to the dress section. As she was about to grab a dress, a waiter stopped her: "Hey, Miss, this dress is seventy-five thousand dollars, no discount."
Molly's hand hesitated and picked up another one, only to be stopped loudly by the waiter again: "This one is even more expensive, one hundred fifty thousand dollars!"
Molly put her hands down and casually pointed at a dress, "Then you take it, I want this one."
The waiter didn't move, as if she hadn't heard Molly's words at all.
Molly didn't get angry. She used to order dresses at this store often. Most of the dresses were designed by the owner, who had voluntarily made custom dresses for her many times. It was normal for the store staff not to recognize her.
