Chapter 218

Madeleine bit her lip, thinking about the card Beckett had given her… Would he mind if she bought a bag with it? She glanced at the handbag on the counter, then peeked at the price tag… Yeah, no. Forget it. Thirty grand for a bag? That's insane. "Broke girl," the supervisor sneered, clearly catching Madeleine's hesitation. "This is the basic collection, and even that's out of your league. Standing here pretending you can shop? Pathetic." She pointed toward the VIP room Naomi had just come out of. "See that? People like you don't get within sniffing distance of that place." Unless someone dropped a million or two here regularly, they weren't even a consideration. "Watch your mouth," Ava Adams snapped. "Don't go around acting all high and mighty." "Oh please," the supervisor rolled her eyes. "If she can afford that thirty-thousand-dollar bag, I'll bark like a dog. Otherwise, get out—don't lower our store's tone just by standing here." Security came in, clearing out the reporters and curi