She checked her accounts. Between the endless wardrobe refreshes, the convertible upgrades, and that unfortunate week she’d invested in a literal rock as a pet, she was down to her last shimmering seashell coin.
She looked at the ocean. Then at Ken, still stuck on that fake wave. Then at the Dreamhouse, glowing in the late light. barbie beach rent is due
Brock smirked. “You have 48 hours.”
“We did it,” he said.