Bringing up the million dollar dress

“You are all dressed up, I suppose you’re going out?” he asks.
“Huh, dressed up?” she looks down at herself, at the shiny black plaited dress, trying to smoothen the plaits with her hands, more of a displacement activity.
“I just bought this dress for ten Dollar in a Chinese shop.”
“It looks like a million dollar dress.”
“But it was cheaper than two pints of beer.”
“When I was young people only had two outfits. The work clothes and the Sunday garment for church and pleaded dresses were for the Hollywood stars…”