The Pricy Store gleamed like a hidden jewel in the heart of the luxury mall, a sanctuary of couture nestled among glass towers and polished marble. Everything about it was exquisite.
The glass doors slid open silently as the Lu family entered, the cool scent of sandalwood and fresh linen brushing against their skin like whispered luxury.
Inside, the lighting was soft and golden, casting a honeyed glow over the mannequins clad in cutting-edge designer wear. The atmosphere exuded exclusivity, a realm reserved only for the elite who could spend money recklessly.
Staff in sleek black uniforms bowed slightly, instantly recognizing their employer.
"Welcome, Mr. Lu. Mrs. Lu. Young Masters. Your private suite is ready," a well-groomed manager spoke up as he approached them respectfully and gestured toward a velvet-lined corridor that led to the suite.
