"Are you crazy? Three thousand?"
"Three thousand? Why don't you just rob someone?"
"What kind of design could possibly be worth three thousand right off the bat?"
"Is this woman some kind of lunatic? How dare she ask for three thousand! The most expensive outfit here, even made with the finest fabric, costs a thousand at most, right?"
Hearing this, the surrounding customers couldn't help but click their tongues in disapproval, waiting for Grace Winslow to get chewed out.
The woman stared at the sketch in her hands, her eyes turning a little red. "I'll take it."
"Money is no object. It's the one thing I don't lack right now. No matter the cost, I want it."
"Thank you. I really do need a dress like this."
Everyone was shocked. No one had expected the woman to say that.
One of the store's designers rushed forward and said urgently, "Mrs. Sherman, you should really think this over. We don't know who she is. Her design isn't worth this price. Don't let her scam you."
