Chapter 4

With the black card in hand, the first thing I did was hit the mall.

Margaret was fuming, but the moment she heard I was going shopping, she shamelessly tagged along, claiming she was there to "help me pick out some stuff."

I knew exactly what she was up to.

Her precious daughter, my cousin Emily King, had been stressing out lately about not having the right outfits to fit in at the Upper East Side socialite gatherings.

In my previous life, I was way too soft-hearted and let Margaret talk me into buying Emily all sorts of luxury goods.