Annabelle hesitated as she stepped into the sleek, well-lit phone shop. The walls gleamed with chrome and glass, and the shelves were lined with some of the most expensive phones she had ever seen. Each device sparkled under the display lights, practically screaming extravagance. She swallowed hard, trailing behind Antonia, who seemed entirely in her element.

“This one,” Antonia said, pointing at a phone that looked more like a piece of art than a practical gadget. Its edges were plated in gold, and the screen was edge-to-edge perfection.

Annabelle’s heart sank at the sight of the price tag, which boasted an obscene number of zeroes. “I… I don’t need anything...