"Bitch, look at this, Jean Dolce!" Presley exclaimed, thrusting a designer boot toward Fallyn. "Oh my God!"
Fallyn's mouth fell open before she could stop herself.
"Wow…" she breathed, turning it slowly in her hands. "This is mind-blowing."
Her eyes lingered on the craftsmanship, almost reverent.
"This must cost a fortune."
"Yeah, girl," Presley said with a grin. "And I definitely can't afford that. You like it?"
Fallyn didn't hesitate.
"Yes, bitch. I love it."
Presley leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was sharing forbidden knowledge.
"Just tell one of your guys to get it for you."
Fallyn's expression shifted instantly.
"I don't think Alexander would be willing to pay for something like this," she said carefully.
Presley scoffed.
"What about the billionaire you're trying to snatch from your sister?" she teased. "This is pocket change for him."
Fallyn's lips pressed into a thin line.
