Chapter 3

On my way to work, I spotted Nancy's mother, Jane Miller, with my Dior bag slung over her shoulder.

I couldn't help pulling over and eavesdropping on her chat with the neighbors.

Jane said, "I keep telling Nancy not to buy me anything, but the minute my old bag started falling apart, she insisted on getting me this Dior one. Cost thousands. I honestly can't see what makes it so special."

Her neighbor said, "Your daughter is such a good kid. I know that bag. It's a real luxury brand."

Another chimed in, "A bag that costs several thousand? Your…