A pampered young lady like her didn't know how to haggle. Managing to get twenty off the price was already a huge victory in her eyes.
Things were fine until the dress was mentioned. But once it came up, Kris Cooper's temper finally snapped.
"Take it off!"
Two words—earth-shattering.
Vera Wave jumped, startled. He had already strode past her, ripped off his apron, and thrown it to the ground. He then marched into the living room and slammed the door shut.
"Kris!"
Vera rushed to the door, nearly getting her nose smashed by it as he slammed it shut.
She raised her hand to push the door open, but then she noticed her dress. Pursing her lips, she quickly turned and ran to the backyard to change out of it.
Back in the front yard, she tiptoed to the living room entrance. Peeking through the glass window, she didn't see Kris Cooper anywhere.
