Matthew
I grin secretly as I notice how pissed Sarah looks right now. The fact that I bought a necklace for Amanda bothered her a lot.
Good.
I turn to the elderly lady and point at a delicate decorative hairpin. "Can I see that?" I ask.
The vendor nods and carefully picks up the hairpin, placing it in my palm. It's silver, shaped like a vine, with small, pearl-like beads woven into the design. Simple but elegant.
I turn it between my fingers, feeling the weight of Sarah's glare on me. I can almost hear her thoughts—Who's that for?—but she keeps her mouth shut. She's trying so hard not to ask, and I enjoy watching her struggle with it.
"You have good taste, young man," the lady says with a smile. "This one is very special."
I smirk. "Really?"
