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After Tiffany sat down, she asked a server to
bring over a chair for her bag.
The guys were clearly confused by her actions.
The girls in our class explained it.
“That bag is Hermès, worth about five grand.
It’s on the waiting list, you have to spend at
least twenty grand to even get on that waiting
list.”
Everyone was surprised. She was basically
carrying a car on her arm.
Billy’s eyes grew smaller with pride. He was
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enjoying the attention and admiration.
My old classmate on my right suddenly said,
“Lucy’s bag is about twenty grand too.”
I suddenly became the center of attention.
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My bag happened to be the same style as
Tiffany’s, just a different type of leather. It was
just sitting next to me.
Billy looked at my bag and laughed mockingly.
“Her family could never afford something like
that. Don’t think everyone’s like Tiffany, whose
parents are high–level shareholders.”
Many of the guys looked at Billy enviously and then turned sympathetic gazes towards me.
Times have changed.
Tiffany looked at me with a sweet smile:
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“I’ve heard that knockoff bags are made with
bad leather that contains formaldehyde. You
should buy a more mainstream brand, honey. Leave these fake bags.”
Did they rehearse this act? Why don’t they
become stand–up comedians?
I was getting ready to snap back when a calm
voice suddenly spoke up.
“It’s not fake.”
Everyone looked over. It was Mark, one of the quietest guys in our class.
I was surprised. Mark never spoke up.
Tiffany turned to Mark with a nasty look.
“Do you have any proof that it’s real? I’ve never
seen this type of leather.”
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Mark looked at Tiffany, “You’ve never seen it
but I have. I just bought one for my sister last
week, it’s ostrich leather, it’s not that expensive,
maybe thirty grand.”
If anyone else said this, they’d be called a liar.
But everyone knew how rich Mark’s family was.
30 grand was pocket change for him.
Tiffany clearly wanted to say more, but Billy
grabbed her arm and whispered something in
her ear.
After that, Tiffany’s look turned complicated.
Oh man, was she trying to eat Mark?
I just sat there, minding my business, quietly
eating my lobster.
The truth is, Mark was wrong. My bag is made
of rare ostrich leather. It has diamonds on the
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buckle that add another ten thousand.
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After the dinner, I walked outside with my bag.
Tiffany’s eyes were glued to it. You could tell she was envious and mad.
My ex’s girl was unhappy, so Billy decided to take it out on me, staring me down.
“Lucy, I’ve heard girls like to rent bags to look better. You should be careful. If you damage it, you’ll never be able to pay it back.”
When I saw a tiny, shivering dog in the corner, my heart softened. I walked over to it and scooped it up, placing it in my bag. Then I turned to Billy, who was now open–mouthed.
“You know a lot about that. Did you rent one yourself? My bag is a great dog carrier though.”
I use my high–end bag as a dog bed, while he
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ChensheS HIS TOW–enu version.
The difference between us was that big!
Tiffany’s face was ashen.
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They had been warned not to mess with me.
Yet they always seemed eager to be humiliated.
“Beep, beep…”
Mark pulled up in his Porsche, his gaze on me. “Want a ride home?”
Billy rushed in before I could say anything,
“Lucy, get in! You can save a lot of money on cabs if you ride with Mark.”
He’s so dumb. I can carry a 40 grand bag and wouldn’t miss a cab fare.
Tiffany chimed in, being all fake, “You can ride with us too. I drove my car today.” She shook her Mercedes kev chain to show off the logo.
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her Mercedes key chain to show off the logo.
Even my family’s nanny said that car was too
slow, yet she flaunts it like it’s something
special.
I just ignored the two of them and looked at Mark, smiled, and said, “No thanks, I have my car.”
I hit the key fob on my keys and my white Porsche convertible beeped back.
My old class president saw my car and his eyes widened. He works in the car industry and
knows about high–end vehicles.
“Lucy, that car costs at least two hundred
grand. If you chose the more expensive options,
that adds another hundred grand. You are
driving a house on wheels!”
I shrugged, “My dad just gave it to me. It’s my
dad who’s rich not me
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dad who’s rich, not me.”
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With that, I hopped in my Porsche, put the stray
dog on the passenger seat and drove off.
I had barely arrived home when my phone rang.
It was Billy.
“Did your family win the lottery last month?”
