Amelia Clarke followed Viola Harris, and only then did she notice that Viola was wearing her old clothes, which weren't from any notable brand. At first glance, they looked fashionable and pretty, but upon closer examination, one could see the material was ordinary, nothing valuable.
Viola Harris raised her head and stuck out her chest, carrying herself with the haughty demeanor of a wealthy young lady. Her gaze swept across the store, and she commanded in a voice that brooked no refusal, "Bring me all of this year's latest... hmm, all the clothes for me to try on."
The salesperson who had previously looked down on Viola Harris recognized her right away, especially since Amelia Clarke was so articulate, leaving a deep impression. The salesperson couldn't help but give Amelia a couple of extra glances.
