My Life At The Market

-” I’ll be there in a sec!”-I yelled, very confused and curious, but why is she calling me, a present? hmmm probably not, probably wants me to help her out,”-hahaha she’s so short’-she’s so short I thought to myself. Maybe she did something and wants to show me!

buy her a present. "Well," Jim thought, “if I don't have a watch then why

No one replied. My fingers brushed against the wall. When I turned around, I was staring at a small star-shaped key chain. It’s gold edges gleamed in the dim light in the cellar. It’s center

Style number 1002 is a cameo pendant in the colour of Vintage Bouquet, and it has a soft green background with an off-white image of a rose. It also hangs from an antique gold charm similar to the other two styles, but the bottom charm is clear on this one. Chain is bronze in tone.

He took the small locket from his pouch and opened it, revealing the same picture as the frame. “You don’t think that they could be nearby do you?” he asked, “I doubt that this locket could be that old.”

“Let me see if we still have it.” Her stomach muscles tightened even as the inventory screen opened. She hated this part of her job. Seller’s remorse. Certain heirlooms were too precious to part with, and now and then, the previous owner realized it too late.

In her hand was a small charm to hang from her phone. It was a little silver skull with a star hanging from it.

In the video, the family members have expressed how these items have a unique meaning to them, and to the rest of the town, as many have spent times at the store that was being auctioned.

The store is easily visible by passing drivers through the towering window display. When setting foot in the store, one can see the classic and elegant theme of the interior. Natural light shines through the windows creating a radiant setting. The layout of Che Bella includes a relaxed environment with comfortable couches provided for the bride-to-be’s entourage as well as a spacious area for browsing merchandise. Large, full-length mirrors and gold pedestals placed in front of each viewing area create a romantic, pleasant atmosphere. Every table is strewn with beautiful handmade jewelry made by the owner herself, Jennifer Meyer.

Then, it was finally parade day, monday evening…. THE PARADE WAS CANCELED! I asked my mom if I could have the candy now, but she still said, “No”.

Her love had grown tainted, distracted. We spoke rarely, with hesitation and tamed distaste. The necklace I had adored became my main source of abhorrence. I didn’t look at it, nor at her, when we argued the night before I left for a school trip to Chicago. She kissed me on the cheek on my way out the door, and I couldn’t look in her eyes. This wasn’t someone I knew-this was a woman who had given birth to me who wore a piece of silver that a pawnshop would give pennies

Monique Badun, a West Side real estate broker, recently sold a house for $8-million. “It had everything – except a wine cellar,” she says. “The buyer, a very serious collector, had to put one in. It cost $500,000. He didn’t even blink at the cost.”

diamond necklace that was missing INSIDE the drawer. It was all coming together now , Vivian

The gentleman opened the door for us to walk in and I was astounded by the drastic temperature difference from humid and hot, to cool and crisp air flooding my nostrils. I assumed its traditional for someone to usually follow you through such high end stores because that's what one of the men employees did. Looking around at the menacing red carpet, the cream colored walls, and animal material handbags. The signature red stripe was littered on all clothing across this boutique. It gave me pleasure walking around because the carpet was the kind that sinks a little bit when you walk on it. My sister splits up from me to check out the purses while I go to the back to look at the watches. I was terrified to touch anything because not once did I see a price tag on anything. Even looking at something too long felt like a crime. After looking at the watches I meet again with my sister on the split staircase where it introduces the colognes and perfumes. My sister collected the perfume strip made of some sort of fabric as her momento from Gucci, knowing she couldn’t afford anything the store has to offer. We head upstairs in the store, again we break away from each other and I see this rack of less organized clothes similar to the ones you’d see in Forever 21 with clothes on random hangers. I examine the clothing and ask the gentleman who is still tailing me “how much for the shirt?” I point to

"It's so hoooooottttttt!" My cousin whined as I continued doing my work. "Then why don't you just take your jacket off? No one is going to find this place ya' know," I replied blatantly. I didn't have to turn around to know that she most likely rolled her eyes at me. I swear, this girl is a bigger brat my grandmother's Chihuahua.