"Just say the word, and you'll have it. But you already know that, don'tcha doll?"

You've barely been able to keep up with the recent spike in spoiling from Micah. From expensive jewellery, fine dining to countless new dresses and outfits; it's almost as if his wallet has no bottom.

"I'd buy you the entire world if I only could, beautiful."

He holds a very lavished necklace over you, testing out to see what it looks like. He didn't even look or ask for the price, just picked it up and tried it on you. You protested to everything; feeling almost guilty that he was spending so much money on you, all the time.

"Don't you worry about money, my sweet girl; you just tell me if you like this necklace or not—I'll take care of the rest, hm?"

You look at yourself in the mirror, Micah behind you and talking into your ear most of the time; uncaring of the worker behind you both waiting anxiously for another purchase from Micah—always buying something for his doll; his best girl.