THIRD PERSON POV
Zora sat in the chair of one of the plush stores of the most famous expensive shopping district in Madrid. When she got to the car driven by the nice middle-aged driver, she had not expected that she would be going on a shopping spree.
Zora knew that she should be grateful, surrounded by all this nice stuff, plus everyone was being polite and attentive to her. But she hadn't stepped into one of these kinds of stores in her entire life.
She had never worn anything this expensive, except for the vintage gown she had won which belonged to her mother__ that had cost 250 dollars. Her heart stopped when she inspected one of the price tags on the little white dress, her eyes went wide at the amount of zero present.
"Hola," the lovely sales assistant, Anna said, catching her
