It was Tasha.
She looked like a walking advertisement for every luxury brand in the city. She was draped in layers of sheer organza and lace, carrying so many shopping bags that the driver behind her was literally staggering under the weight.
"Mom! You won't believe it!" Tasha squealed, her voice high and grating.
Imogen's anger vanished instantly. "Look at you! My beautiful girl. You look like a Luna already."
Tasha preened, tossing a bag of designer shoes onto the grass. "I spent so much, Mom. That credit card Austin gave us? It's like magic. I met some High Class girls at the mall—the real ones, from the old families. They were acting so stuck up, so I started a 'who buys more' competition. I bought every silk scarf in the store, two leather jackets, and a pair of boots made of ostrich skin. You should have seen their faces! They were so jealous, wondering who I was."
