I was shocked to find many people, especially university students, at one of New Haven's famous shopping area. The place was a long stretched of stores, complete with unique boutiques, retailers, eateries, award-winning restaurants, museums, and theatres.
The shopping street was pack, maybe because the day after tomorrow, the school would officially start.
Fortunately, I found a vacant parking slot to park my Chrysler Jeep. I got out of the car, checked my memo pad, and went for my first haul.
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It was nearing three in midday when I finished everything on my list. I grabbed a hotdog sandwich for lunch, and went back to my car, shoving everything in the backseat.
I was ready to leave when a boutique caught my sight, selling one of a kind clothes for men. From the simple well-aged and elegant architecture, I knew that what they're selling were expensive.
I licked my lips, walking my way towards it.
Inside, men garbed in three-piece black suits with bow ties, and women dressed in white long sleeve shirt with black pencil cut skirt greeted me. All were wearing black gloves.
As expected, there were four customers at the moment, and both were looking rich.
A pretty lady approached me with a name tag 'Jessie' on her shirt.
"Welcome, my name is Jessie, and I will be your assistant during your stay," she said, tone nothing but cheerful accompanied by the warmest smile she could muster.
Everyone didn't mind me, a young girl all alone, strolling inside a luxury shop like they were already accustomed to it.
I guess, as long as you have the money, age isn't an issue.
I nodded at Jessie and went directly to their goods.
The clothes lived up to their jaw-dropping price as all of them were made from the most expensive quality fabrics and pelts.
I contemplated on what to get for Cain, and finally decided with four monotone pastel-colored neckties from mulberry silk, and a long coat and scarf, sewn from Vicuna wool. I grabbed three more long Vicuna coats for my father and the twins.
Jessie's smiles were so broad I was worried her lips would rip.
I paid for the clothes with my card and head for the exit when a black suit stopped my strides.
"Please also wrap this up for me."
"Sure!"
Jessie held the suit, and we made our way into the counter when a man's voice stopped us in our tracks.
"I want that one!"
My eyes snapped at an approaching man with gold hair, blue eyes, and white skin.
A pure breed British man!
"Well? What are you waiting for? I said I want that one," he said to a guy with a name tag 'James.'
James hesitated, looking troubled. He then shot me an apologetic face. "Excuse me, Miss can you give this suit to young master Mandeville."
It was not a question, more like a final verdict.
James stretched the word 'Mandeville' as if letting me know who the man was –– fortunately, I didn't know nor care.
"I set my eyes on this one first," I said, frowning.
Both Jessie and James eyes widened as they stared at me in disbelief like I murdered someone.