Filed to story: Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me
Then she saw Frank, and her eyes shone.
“You can ask your boyfriend. I bet he thinks you look great in this dress too.”
Elspeth cocked her eyebrow.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
Frank rolled his eyes.
“I would never fall for a woman like her.”
The retail assistant stood there in awkward silence. Okay, this is interesting.
Then, a sickly-sweet voice said,
“I like that one. Let me try it on.”
Elspeth turned around and was met with a girl in expensive clothes, though it couldn’t hide her lack of grace and class. Elspeth took a step back.
Thinking that Elspeth was scared of her, the girl raised her head like a proud little peacock.
“Good. Don’t even try to get in my way, peasant.”
Excuse me? Elspeth was about to leave, but then she turned back around.
“What did you say?”
What? Is this peasant talking to me? A frown creased the woman’s forehead and she snapped,
“I want this dress, so you’d better stay out of my way, peasant.”
“You really ought to get your head checked, woman.”
Wait, why did she say that? A long, long while later, she realized that Elspeth was mocking her, and it made her anger flare.
“Do you have any idea who I am? I’m Jordan of the Weiss Family. Nobody talks to me like that.”
How dare this peasant talk to me like that? She’s dead! Jordan no longer cared about her image and was about to slap Elspeth when Elspeth held her hand in a vice grip. No matter what she did, Jordan couldn’t escape, and she shot Elspeth a nasty glare.
“Nobody stops me, peasant! My father will hear of this! And he’s going to exile you and your family from this city!”
Just then, Frank stood up and approached Elspeth.
“Is that right, Miss Weiss? Did you just say your father would exile my family?”
He had a smile on his face, but the fury in his voice was unmistakable.
“Should I call your father right now and ask him how he’s planning to exile us?”
Jordan was flabbergasted. Frank? Why is he here? Frank was no troublemaker, but anyone who got on his nerves would meet a grisly end. Wait. She’s part of the Jonesons? Jordan wouldn’t even have talked like that to Elspeth if she knew Elspeth was a Joneson.
“She’s your family?”
Jordan knew most of the Jonesons, but she had never seen Elspeth. Elspeth wasn’t part of Blaydal’s upper society, which was why Jordan dared to talk down to her.
“She’s my sister and my grandfather’s grandkid. You have a problem with that?”
Jordan shook her head as hard as she could.
“No. No problem at all. She’s perfect for the dress. It’s all yours, Miss Joneson.”
Do not call me that. Elspeth said,
“Lynwood. My name is Lynwood.”
“I’m sorry for crossing you, Miss Lynwood. Please, forgive me.”
Jordan might be a spoiled brat, but she would never offend the Jonesons. Now, she had no choice but to beg for mercy. If her family was ruined because of this, she would be done for.
Elspeth was about to shrug things off, but Frank wanted to be cheeky.
“Trying to save your skin?”
He was up to another prank.
“Then you’re paying for the dress.”
Wow. He looks like a scammer now. For some reason, Elspeth thought it was amusing.
Jordan thought her apology was enough, but she was wrong. She grimaced at the thought of the hefty price tag on the dress. The last time she was here, she saw that this dress cost about seven hundred and fifty grand, which was about five months’ worth of her allowance. She saved up for a long time and begged her father to chip in just so she could buy it, but now she had to give it all up and get nothing in return. Oh my god…
She’s hesitating.
“What? You won’t do it?”
Frank sighed.
“I’ll call your father then. See if he can explain himself.”
Panicked, Jordan said,
“I’ll do it! Don’t call my father.”
She took out a card from her bag and reluctantly gave it to the retail assistant.
The lady swiped the card and returned it to Jordan.
“Your remaining balance is seven dollars and thirty- eight cents, Miss Weiss.”
Elspeth burst into laughter.
“I see you have it hard, Miss Weiss,”
mocked Elspeth.
Jordan’s face turned sour upon hearing that, but she couldn’t fly into a rage, not when Frank was around. If he pulled another fast one, she would be done for.
“If it’s fine with you, Miss Lynwood, m-may I go now?”
Any further and the prank will lose its meaning. Elspeth nodded, permitting Jordan to leave.
Seeing no sign of anger on Elspeth’s face, Frank decided to let Jordan off the hook as well.
“Leave. Next time you see my sister, stay out of sight.”
Jordan wanted to scream, but it was not the time. She forced a smile, gave them a nod, and left.
Once she was gone, Elspeth finally burst into laughter.
At the sight of her laughing so merrily, Frank couldn’t help but teased,
“Look at you. Laughing at her when she’s practically broke. Have a heart, would you?”
The comment was shrugged off, and she looked at him.
“I can say the same to you, Mr. Scammer. You came up with that idea.”
He rolled his eyes at her remark.
“I did it for you. Would you be fine with it if she had left without paying the price after she yelled at you?”
