"Are you completely out of your mind?!" Harper sneered, crossing her arms and looking Zuri up and down with utter contempt. "Do you have any idea what this gown costs? It’s worth more than your entire miserable life’s earnings! Look at your raggedy hoodie and soaked, muddy sneakers. You’re polluting the air just by standing in here!"
Zuri kept her dark eyes completely calm and steady. "I merely wanted to examine the craftsmanship. Is touching the merchandise forbidden for prospective clients?"
Gemma let out a shrill, mocking laugh, tossing her hair back with malicious arrogance. "Prospective clients? For you? Please! This isn’t a charity shelter or a discount thrift store. This is a temple of high fashion. People like you belong out in the freezing rain gutter, not contaminating items meant for actual high society. Get out before we call security to throw you into the street!"