Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Although she was still swiping her son's supplementary credit card, Beverly felt it was a significant upgrade from the last 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 welcoming smile, the associate approached, "Ma'am, may I assist you with anything? These are our latest designs, luxurious and elegant, just like your aura."

Beverly, wearing a chic black Gucci 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 dollars!

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, occasionally splurging on minor items, never venturing into such lavish 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.

be thinking. Just a bit

to show that kids raised in modest families

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

let it slide, pointing to a display area, "See anything you like? Pick something for

excitement, though

irritated, "Suit yourself

puzzled. This wasn't how she had

moment, the sales associate attending to them rushed to the entrance, exclaiming with joy, "Mrs Reynolds, you're here? We

What?

she turned to see

dress with a high collar, complemented by a pearl shawl and carrying a designer clutch, Nola looked intelligent and elegant, as if she had stepped out

a classical painting.

Though she was over forty, her

circle of Lumina, the Reynolds and the Sherwood families often collaborated, which meant Beverly and Nola

acquaintance was not particularly

status of the Reynolds family, always stood out, relegating others,

knowing her background as a minor celebrity who married into the Sherwood family through