Lottie wasn’t one for materialistic things. One would think otherwise after being raised by the queen of vanity, Gothel herself. Always having to be the picture perfect young lady was exhausting. She hated it. But she had an imagine to uphold, and if she didn’t? Well, she’d never hear the end of it.
Even still, Lottie didn’t focus on things of that nature often. So when she did? Well, she was completely enchanted. Just as she was now, standing in front of a store front, eyes fixated on a necklace. She probably shouldn’t have been pressed up against the glass, considering who her mother was. She was sure the authorities would be called soon. But she didn’t care. This necklace was stunning and she couldn’t break away.
“What I would give..” She muttered to herself.
Fritz saw a girl, she was staring at a necklace through the glass, clearly she wanted it. The question was, if she wanted it so bad, why not buy it? He walked up behind her quietly and said “You could always just steal it.”