CHAPTER 34

“I want that bag,” Abigail said, her eyes glinting with desire as she pointed to the display.

“Which one, ma'am? This one?” The sales attendant gestured to a row of bags on the shelf.

Abigail shook her head impatiently. “That colour is too dull. I want the brown one.”

“This one?” the attendant asked, holding up a sleek, elegant brown bag

.“Yes, that one,” Abigail said, her excitement evident as she hurriedly ...