She bought the entire set for twenty dollars. Two nights later, as her friends laughed and toasted to her new apartment, the teal plates glowed under the string lights. When her brother indeed knocked his plate off the small bistro table, the table held its breath. Clatter.
"I need something that won't shatter when my brother inevitably drops it," she muttered, scanning the aisles.
No shards. No disaster. Maya just picked it up, wiped it off, and slid it back into place. Buying them hadn't just been a bargain; it was the smartest insurance policy she’d ever purchased.