دانلود رمان انگلیسی “تاثیر بد”

They say money doesn’t buy happiness, but…doesn’t it? I’ve been staring at my closet for twenty-three minutes and I’d be much happier if I had the money to buy something I actually want to wear to this event happening in less than three hours. Money pays the rent, money takes the tension out of my mom’s shoulders, money pays for my little sister’s activities. And most importantly, money will help me fulfill my filial duty to my parents as the elder daughter of immigrants and absolve me of future guilt when I leave one day for college. This is the year everything’s going to change. I can feel it. Or at least I can will myself to feel it. I grab my secondhand Loewe bag and rush out of our apartment, determined to find a better outfit for today than what my sad closet offers me. The G train isn’t far, and within a half hour, I’m inside one of my go-to thrift stores in Williamsburg. They sell a lot of clothes that scream ’90s, like things you’d see from that movie Clueless. It’s not fully my style, but if I match it with something I already own, I like what I can create. I scan the room. There’s a rack with a lot of bright colors and it looks happy and inviting, so I start there. Next to me, two girls are talking about their office drama. Their baskets are filled halfway with necklaces, earrings, multiple tops and shoes. I’m filled with envy. I don’t need a basket because I’m pretty sure I can only pick one thing. Focus on yourself, Charlotte. There’s no point in getting distracted by what the people next to me are buying. By my third rack, I see something promising. It’s a bright purple offthe- shoulder dress with sleeves, all one piece of delicate satin. It’s stunning and perfect. I check the price tag, hoping the Korean money gods are on my side. They are not. It’s eighty-five dollars. I check my wallet, wondering if what’s inside somehow more than doubled. Nope.