Designer Price: Marvelous

Elara knew the price before she even opened her eyes.

But the Designer was jealous. It did not give; it traded.

She realized, too late, the Designer's final, cruel joke. marvelous designer price

Elara shook her head. "The Designer doesn't want gold. It wants the architect of your fondest memory."

"I will pay your weight in starlight," the Prince said, trembling. Elara knew the price before she even opened her eyes

The Prince took the robe, his eyes already blank where his mother used to live. He thanked Elara politely, like a stranger.

That night, alone, Elara looked into the Designer's reflective surface. She saw a woman of thirty who felt a hundred. She had sold the smell of rain, the feeling of a first kiss, the name of her childhood pet. She realized, too late, the Designer's final, cruel joke

The Designer pulsed. What is your price?