Dawn

As they say, misfortunes come in threes. The humiliation, schadenfreude, and condescension from her fair-weather friends were only the cherries on top. Sitting on a roadside bench, Jenny broke down and cried the night away. When dawn broke the next day, she glanced at the clothes in her suitcase and had a new idea. All these dresses were from high-end luxury brands and were the latest designs. Some of them hadn't even had their tags removed. If she sold them at half-price, she should be able to recoup a significant amount of money. This was her only way out. Initially, Jenny couldn't bear to bring herself to do this. It was far too demeaning. However, when she found herself worrying about her next meal and wondering where she could stay for the night, she cast aside all her pride and face. Jenny went from shop to shop, asking if anyone wanted to buy her clothes. The ones who knew their stuff insisted that her items were counterfeit and ruthlessly bid down the price. Then some didn't kn