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The Bargain Hunter and the Boyfriend’s Sister

My name is Chloe, and my passion for fashion has always been a driving force in my life. This passion steered me toward a career in a prestigious boutique. I delve deep into the latest styles while assisting others in finding their ideal outfits.

Despite my fondness for upscale fashion, I’ve always managed to maintain a practical approach to my own clothing choices. I excel at unearthing deals, browsing sale racks, and assembling chic yet affordable ensembles.

My ultimate ambition has been to become an image consultant. I dedicate countless hours to pouring over fashion magazines and attending runway shows.

One evening at a local fashion event, I noticed a tall, charming man watching me with a professional camera. After the event, he introduced himself with a warm smile as Benjamin, the photographer.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly as we discussed our favorite designs and our mutual appreciation for fashion. Benjamin was not only a skilled photographer but also knowledgeable about the fashion industry.

I was drawn to his passion and creativity. Sensing a spark, Benjamin suggested we meet for coffee to continue our discussion. Thrilled, I agreed, and we exchanged numbers.

As Benjamin and I began dating, our relationship quickly deepened. This led to an introduction to his parents, Samuel and Samantha.

Initially nervous, I was quickly put at ease by their warm welcome. Samantha was particularly impressed by my style, praising my ability to blend stunning yet affordable pieces. Samuel appreciated my financial savvy.

However, not all interactions were pleasant during my first visit. Benjamin’s sister, Gemma, disapproved of my economic fashion sense.

Her dismissive attitude and remarks about preferring a lavish lifestyle hurt. Benjamin responded to her rudeness with nothing more than an indulgent smile.

The following weeks were emotionally turbulent. One afternoon, while absorbed in thoughts about a new styling project, I encountered Gemma again.

She mockingly referred to me as the “bargain hunter” in front of her friends, attempting to embarrass me. Despite the sting of her words, I held my head high.

Refusing to let her derision affect my confidence, I remembered my values and what I stand for. With a serene smile, I responded to Gemma:

“Actually, Gemma, you’re right. There’s a sale on the new Luxury Collection at Bergdorf’s today. You can snag it for half price. Why don’t you join me?”

The laughter faded from Gemma’s lips as her friend’s eyes lit up with interest.

“Really? That collection is stunning! I’d love to check it out.”

Gemma’s friends gathered around me, eager to learn more about the sale and my shopping tips. We spent the afternoon together scouring for bargains.

As we said our goodbyes, they thanked me enthusiastically, leaving Gemma isolated and visibly irked on the sidelines.

A few days later, while I was setting up a new display, I was surprised to see Gemma at the boutique. She greeted me with saccharine sweetness:

“Hello, dear sister. I’m here to do some shopping, and since we’re practically family, you’ll surely give me a nice discount, right?”

Taking a deep breath to maintain my professionalism, I replied:

“I’m sorry, Gemma, but this is a new collection. We don’t offer discounts on our latest arrivals, even for family members. I hope you understand.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” Gemma retorted sarcastically. “You’re just selfish and don’t care about family. Wait until Benjamin hears about this.”

That evening, my phone buzzed with a message from Benjamin:

“We need to talk. Can I come over?”

When Benjamin arrived, his face was serious.

“Chloe, what’s this I hear about you refusing to help my sister?”

I explained the store policy and my commitment to professional integrity, but Benjamin seemed unsympathetic.

“Come on, Chloe, it was just a small discount. You could have made an exception for Gemma. She’s going to be your sister-in-law someday.”

“Benjamin,” I responded, firm yet calm. “I can’t compromise my job or my principles, even for family, especially not for someone who has been nothing but rude to me since we met.”

Benjamin’s expression turned stern.

“That’s just how Gemma is. You need to learn to deal with it if you’re going to be part of this family.”

As Benjamin left, a knot formed in my stomach. I loved him, but his unyielding defense of Gemma’s behavior was becoming increasingly hard to accept. This situation highlighted a side of him that always seemed to prioritize Gemma’s desires above my own needs.