Sofia raised an eyebrow, unfazed.
"How much do you want to bet on that?" she asked casually.
The smirks on the girls' faces faltered slightly.
Before they could respond, one of the store workers suddenly stepped forward.
His expression was serious as he looked at them.
"Betting between exclusive customers is treated very seriously here," he warned. "So I suggest you think carefully before making one."
The girls laughed, their amusement filling the space.
"There's nothing to panic about," one of them scoffed. "She doesn't even know how much all the clothes in Pink Mall cost."
Another girl smirked, shaking her head. "She's just some spoiled brat who wandered in here for the first time. She has no idea how things work."
Their confidence was unwavering.
Then, with a smirk of their own, they agreed to the bet.
"Fine," the leader of the group said. "Let's bet on it."
Her lips curled as she added, "Whoever loses will walk on their knees as they leave the mall."
