Celia hovered near the Coach store, glancing ever so slightly towards the display case with the small purple crossbody-to-clutch purse. “Tell me I should do it,” she murmured to the person who walked up alongside her. “Tell me that I strut over to the Nordstrom Rack and not walk into this store and spend all that money on that gorgeous bag.”
“I like the color,” she said softly before her eyes found the price on the bottom tag. “Holy crap,” she cursed, squinting to just make sure she read it correctly. “You’re going to pay for that? Don’t do it, you could... buy so much other stuff... It’s a no, don’t do it.”













