Connor and I traded a look, and we both saw the same thing in each other's eyes: there was nothing left to say.
In all our years, neither of us had ever met anyone this shameless.
All we'd wanted was to get our marriage license, take a set of couples photos while we were at it, and post them online to mark the day.
We hadn't expected that, by her logic, anything even remotely wedding-related meant the price doubled.
Connor gave my sleeve a light tug.
"Forget it, honey."
"Reasoning with someone like her is a waste of breath."
"I've got a friend who runs a photography studio. It's a little farther out, but he's really good."
"He'll get you looking gorgeous today, I promise."
Then he turned to the artist.
"You'd do better to have a little decency."
"Money made by cheating people always comes back to bite you, twice over."
The artist gave a scornful curl of her lip.
"I've seen plenty of broke nobodies like you two."
"Big talk today. Give it a couple of days and you'll come crawling back."
"And by then, it won't be this price anymore."
I couldn't be bothered to look at her again. I canceled the photo order on the spot and took Connor's hand to leave.
But the moment we reached the door, the artist's smug voice rose behind us as she got on the phone.
"Hey, sweetie."
"Moving the shop right by the marriage license office really was the right call."
She wasn't hiding a thing. She spoke loud enough for the whole shop to hear.
"Five people came in today for an everyday look, and after I did a little fishing, every one of them admitted they were going to get their license."
"Except for those two broke ones just now, the other four all coughed up the extra for the license look."
Her laugh was thick with self-satisfaction.
"Those two wouldn't pay, so I just tossed them up online. Brought in another wave of traffic for the shop."
"And look, this afternoon's already almost fully booked."
Whatever the other end said, the artist burst out laughing.
"Right, right, right."
"This Saturday's a big rush for licenses, isn't it?"
"We'll drop the everyday look to eighty-eight on purpose."
"And you drop your couples photos to three eighty-eight."
"That way we lure in more people, then charge them the license package."
"These kids only get married once in their lives. When the time comes, they'll have no choice but to pay up."
My steps stopped short, and Connor's face darkened too.
He said in a low voice,
"Looks like this whole family are repeat offenders."
"Preying on people getting their license."
I turned back slowly and looked at the big words pasted on the shop door, "Quality First, Customers Come First." I couldn't help but smile. "She messed with the wrong person. She just hit a brick wall."
Connor blinked. "Honey, what are you thinking?"
I gave my phone a little shake.
"She likes making money off couples, doesn't she?"
"Then I'll send her a big batch of business."
With that, I opened the wedding-planning group chat, all eight thousand members of it, and my fingers flew across the screen.
【Ladies, found a hidden gem right next to the marriage license office!】
【During their promo, an everyday look is only $88, and couples photos are only $388.】
【Just don't tell the owner it's for a license or a wedding, and you get the super-low price. The promo starts in three days, so if you want in, book fast!】
The moment I sent it, the group chat exploded.
【Girl, drop the address!】
【$388 photos? My partner and I were just about to book!】
In under a minute, the messages had already scrolled past a hundred.
I watched the chat lighting up, message after message, and slowly the corner of my mouth curved up.
I'd barely dropped the makeup and photo studio's contact info into the group when someone popped up.
*Ladies, I've seen this cheap-deal trick before.*
*If we show up and she figures out we're just there for the marriage-license shots, won't she jack up the price on the spot again?*
The message had barely landed before someone replied.
*Don't worry, everyone, I studied law.*
*If she really tries pulling this on so many people, just save everything: the chat logs, the payment records, the on-site video.*
*Repeated pressure to spend, last-minute price hikes. As long as we've got enough evidence, we file complaints together.*
*The more people she scams, the bigger it gets. We win this one, guaranteed.*
Right away, more replies came in:
*Then I'm in.*
*A deal this cheap, I'm bringing my girls along to cash in too!*
I looked at the messages, gave a small smile, and quietly closed the chat.
Not long after, the artist's new post showed up in my feed.
