"This one looks nice," Mary-Beth hummed as she lifted a bejewelled necklace, the gemstones glistening in the light of the Saint Denis jeweller's.

She didn't even skim her eyes over the price tag. Why should she? You were paying — and she knew you'd buy the store's entire stock a hundred times over if she asked you to with those doe eyes of hers.

"What do you think?" Mary-Beth held the necklace to her collarbone, a mock-up of how it'd look rested on her skin.