She was a conservative girl with a soft spot for all things cute. She didn't even spare a glance for the sexier lingerie, her eyes immediately drawn to a youthful, powder-blue set.
Just as she reached out to take it down for a closer look, someone behind her gasped. "Hey, isn't that Claire Sinclair? What's she doing in a high-end lingerie store like this? Hell must've frozen over!"
"Heh. A hick buying high-end lingerie? She's either got a sugar daddy or she's finally decided to stop being a country bumpkin and start acting like she's rich and beautiful."
"Her, rich and beautiful? Please. Look at the style she's eyeing. Not only is the color tacky, but it's a clearance item from last year that nobody wanted. With taste like that? 'Rich and beautiful'? That's hilarious."
The taunts were so loud and unrestrained that it was impossible for Claire Sinclair to pretend she hadn't heard them.
