Although she was still swiping her son''s supplementary credit card, Beverly felt it was a significant upgrade from thest time when she hadn''t spent a dime and only gifted a scarf.
As they strolled into a high-end fashion boutique, the sales associate, with a keen eye for potential big spenders, spotted Beverly immediately.
With a weing smile, the associate approached, "Ma''am, may I assist you with anything? These are ourtest designs, luxurious and elegant, just like your aura."
Beverly, wearing a chic ck Gi coat and draped in pearls, oozed elegance.
"Sure, I''ll try these two on," she responded.
Millie had just reluctantly paid for several designer bags for Beverly, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the internal anguish.
Tens of thousands of dors!
She had never indulged in such extravagance before.
Even though she was using Murray''s supplementary card, she was cautious not to appear greedy, only daring to use it for prenatal check-ups and maternity needs, asionally splurging on minor items, never venturing into suchvish spending. To date, the only luxury bags she owned were gifts from Murray and Beverly.
Their mansion''s master bedroom boasted a wall full of Hermès bags in every conceivable shade and material, but Murray forbade her from touching them.
Beverly nced at her, guessing what Millie might be thinking. Just a bit of money and she''s already heartbroken?
It just goes to show that kids raised in modest families tend to be penny-pinchers and not very generous.
Beverly couldn''t help but feel disdain. Not knowing how to spend money was one thing, but not having the courage to indulge oneself was another. If Millie had boldly used the card for her own purchases, Beverly would have respected her audacity. Unfortunately, longing for something yet not daring to admit it, coveting yet pretending to be above it all.
So be it, for the sake of the child she was carrying, Beverly decided to let it slide, pointing to a disy area, "See anything you like? Pick something for yourself."
Millie felt a rush of excitement, though she still politely declined.
Beverly grew irritated, "Suit yourself then."
Millie was puzzled. This wasn''t how she had expected things to go.
At that moment, the sales associate attending to them rushed to the entrance, eximing with joy, "Mrs Reynolds, you''re here? We were just about to arrange for our staff to bring the season''s new collection to your home for a private viewing!"
What?
Beverly''s forehead creased as she turned to see N.
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In the small social circle of Lumina, the Reynolds and the Sherwood families often coborated, which meant Beverly and N crossed paths frequently.
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N, with her high education, stunning looks, and the status of the Reynolds family, always stood out, relegating others, including Beverly, to the background.
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"Mrs. Reynolds, it''s been a while," Beverly said with a smile, greeting N first.
"Hello," N replied coolly, clearly not interested in extending the conversation.
Then, with a swift change of demeanor, N smiled and waved someone over, "Anne, over here."