The bell jangled and Laya straightened, then slumped back down when she saw who it was
Laya glared at the glass door as it swung closed, and at the auburn half pony disappearing through it.
She’d turned on her charm when the girl entered, requesting “Something refined, classy, for, um, special occasions.” The girl had blushed.
Laya pointed out the nude heels. “These go with everything, so elegant, plus they give you a nice lift. You can wear them to anything — from a friend’s vort to a date.” She smiled knowingly.
But in the end the girl had left empty-handed, red-cheeked, and muttering something about having hoped to spend less.
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