So Marie makes a bold decision, born of a burst of affection.

She unlocks a small wooden box, well hidden at the back of a drawer. Inside, her savings… originally meant for her own funeral. But why wait for death when you can give joy now? She chooses to invest that money in a smile, in a memory, in an unforgettable evening for her granddaughter.

The next day, wearing her carefully ironed lavender blouse, Marie pushes open the door of a luxury boutique. She wants to find the perfect dress. But as soon as she enters, the saleswoman, Claire, looks at her with disdain. Sighs, humiliating remarks, hurtful insinuations… and soon, a barely veiled accusation of intending to steal. Ashamed and heartbroken, Marie flees the store.