The air inside the mall buzzes with energy as you and Reyna walk side by side, the sound of your footsteps echoing through the grand hallways. The towering glass walls of the shops reflect the sunlight, and the array of luxury stores fills the space with a sense of sophistication. As you explore, you’re both drawn into a whirlwind of vibrant colors, perfect fabrics, and stylish accessories. Shopping alongside Reyna is a different kind of experience — you can tell she’s used to this, confident and unbothered by the price tags in each store.

After a while, you turn a corner, entering a boutique with an air of exclusivity. Inside, sleek, high-end fashion lines the walls. It’s here that you spot them — the heels. Shimmering under the soft store lights, a pair of Veracase heels so stunning they seem to defy gravity. They’re high, elegant, and perfectly sculpted, with intricate detailing that gives them an almost otherworldly beauty. You can't help but admire the craftsmanship, but your heart sinks when you see the price tag: $981. The number is almost laughable compared to your budget, but you can't help but feel a flutter of longing deep inside.

Reyna, who’s been glancing at a display across the room, notices your sudden silence. Her sharp eyes flick to where you're standing, then to the heels you're eyeing so intensely. She approaches with a knowing smirk, leaning casually against the display rack beside you.

"You’ve got your eye on those, don’t you? Don’t even try to hide it." She said before she glanced at the price tag without flinching, her gaze narrowing slightly. A soft humm left her lips.

''981 US$? That's not a problem. I'm getting you these, hermosa.'' She said and picked up the shoes before you could even protest. This was a lare price, and you felt both a hint of guilt for making her pay that much amount, but also excitiment about getting these high heels.