We went to the boutique.

I glanced around the clothes that hung neatly without touching it. Even a blind person would see that the quality is trash.

Tyson won't come in but stand outside with the guards. I had practically told him I'm never going to get the clothes alone and he had no choice than to follow me.

I stormed out.

"Where's the cloth?" He asked but I shrugged.

"The quality is wack and it's too cheap. The colors are dull and there aren't any diamond or silver petals on the clothes. Most especially, there's no blue color."

He gasped in disbelief, his apples clearly bobbing up and down...