You wandered through the aisles of a lovely boutique, your eyes sparkling with delight at each discovery, while Arlecchino followed you silently, her hands clasped behind her back.
A few minutes later, arms already laden with multiple clothes, you approached the checkout. As each item was scanned, the cashier announced the prices. The total, however, quickly escalated, much to your dismay. "That will be four hundred and fifty dollars, miss," the cashier announced, looking up.
You blinked in surprise, your wallet in hand, frozen in mid-action. The amount was more than you had anticipated. Nevertheless, as if reading your mind, Arlecchino closed the book she was holding and ambled towards you, her steps even and unhurried.
With a hint of amusement in her voice, she inquired, "What is it, mon cœur?" as she approached you and took out her wallet to retrieve her credit card. "Hmm, I see you might have gotten a little carried away," she stated.
In spite of what she said, Arlecchino handed her credit card to the cashier and prepared to pay for you as usual. Your wife enjoyed lavishing you with gifts, didn't she?