Valentina had already prepared the list of the five Luxurious Items she needed.
One was the ethereal Starlight Candle which will cost 10 thousand dollars,
Then the Celestial mory Lantern which cost 30 thousand dollars.
Then Imperial Floral Wreath 40 thousand dollars
With two other more items that will raise the total sum to 170 thousand dollars.
And she has been able to save 200 thousand dollars.
It was the money she wanted to pay Raymond off with but he rejected.
This ti she took it upon herself not to ask Raymond for money, it’s her mother and it’s going to do it herself.
At that mont Valentina walked through the grand hall of the Luxurious morial service shop, her steps steady but her heart heavy. She had already made her selections, choosing only the most significant items for the rembrance of her mother.
She approached the counter, where a well-dressed attendant greeted her with a warm but professional smile.
"You’re quite fortunate, ma’am," the attendant inford her.
"Each of these luxurious rembrance items is in high demand, and we only have one of each left in stock. You arrived just in ti."
At that mont Valentina exhaled slowly.
"I see."
She reached into her coat, ready to finalize the purchase. Today wasn’t about spending extravagantly—it was about honoring the only person who had truly loved her.
She glanced at the glowing Celestial mory Lantern, feeling a strange sense of warmth settle in her chest.
"This is for you mom"
Valentina stood by the counter, watching as the attendants carefully arranged the five luxurious rembrance items she had selected. Each piece carried a weight of significance, a silent tribute to the mother she had lost.
Just as the transaction was about to be completed, another attendant entered the room briskly, a look of urgency on her face. She whispered sothing to the senior clerk, who imdiately stiffened.
Then she face Valatina.
"I’m terribly sorry, ma’am," the clerk said, glancing at Valentina with an apologetic yet firm expression.
"But we cannot sell these items to you anymore."
Upon hearing what she just said.
Valentina’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you an?"
The attendant hesitated before responding.
"One of our high-ranking clients, a very esteed individual, has specifically requested these sa luxurious items for their annual rembrance ceremony. They are a priority custor who purchases from us every year. We are obligated to serve them first."
At that mont Valentina’s fingers curled into a fist at her side.
"So, because of that, you’re taking back what I’ve already chosen?"
"I’m afraid so,"
the clerk said stiffly.
"The client has already made arrangents, and we cannot afford to disappoint them."
Valentina’s fingers curled into fists as she tried to suppress the anger bubbling inside her. She had never been the type to cause a scene in public, but this was unacceptable.
She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice sharp but controlled.
"Let get this straight. I ca here first, I selected the items first, I was told they were available, but now—suddenly—soone else, soone with money," she emphasized with a hint of sarcasm, "wants them, and you’re asking to step aside? Is that correct?"
The attendant sighed, clearly unimpressed by Valentina’s frustration.
"Miss, we do apologize, but this is standard policy. Our VIP clients have priority. They have been shopping with us for years, and their loyalty is valuable to us."
Then Valentina let out a dry laugh. "Valuable to you? So, because I’m not a regular custor, my money ans nothing? My presence here is a waste of your ti?"
The attendant hesitated for a mont, then forced a polite smile. "That’s not what I’m saying, Miss—"
"Then what are you saying?" Valentina interrupted, stepping closer.
"Because from where I’m standing, it sounds exactly like that. Let ask you sothing—when I walked in and selected these items, did you tell there was a chance soone else could co in and claim them instead?"
The attendant shifted uncomfortably.
"No, but—"
"But now, after I’ve spent my ti here making careful selections, I’m supposed to just step aside and let so entitled VIP client walk in and take them away?"
Valentina’s voice was steady, but the icy anger beneath it was unmistakable.
"Miss, please understand—"
"Oh, I understand perfectly," Valentina cut in.
"You want to settle. You want to accept a lesser option, while your very important client gets everything they demand."
Then she tilted her head slightly.
"Well, how about no? You go tell your VIP client that they can pick sothing else."
At that mont Valentina’s jaw tightened, her patience wearing dangerously thin. She leveled a steady gaze at the attendant, her voice unwavering.
"There are more expensive items than these, right?" She gestured around the store.
"Since your VIP client is so incredibly wealthy, she should go pick sothing else. This belongs to . I ca here first, I selected it first. You can’t intimidate into stepping aside."
The attendant forced a polite smile, but her irritation was evident. "Miss, nobody is trying to intimidate you. We’re simply following store policy. These items have always been reserved for our most valued clients."
Valentina scoffed.
"Oh? Is that written anywhere? Because when I walked in, I didn’t see a sign that said Only for Elites." She crossed her arms.
"You’re telling I wasted my ti choosing items that were never going to be sold to in the first place?"
At that mont the attendant sighed, clearly running out of patience.
"Miss, we are not going to sell these items to you."
Then Valentina’s lips parted, ready to lash out, when an all-too-familiar voice sliced through the air.
"What is keeping you all waiting?" The tone was sharp, impatient, laced with entitlent.
"Does the staff here think I have all day? Today is our grandfather’s rembrance day. I don’t have ti for delays."
The store attendant imdiately straightened, bowing slightly.
"We sincerely apologize, Miss Victoria. There was just a small little misunderstanding we are taking care of."
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