When I got home, the house was empty.I rushed into Brielle's room. Her coat was hanging on the rack, still tucked inside its dust bag.I examined it the way the sales associate had taught me. The lettering on the inner label was raised. The fabric felt soft and smooth, with a faint scent of cashmere. All the labels were still attached, including the authenticity tag from the store.I realized that Brielle's coat was brand new and genuine, with a style slightly different from mine.I stood frozen, my mind going blank. Why? Why did Brielle get the latest authentic coat while mine was a secondhand counterfeit?Could Mom have been scammed only on my coat? Was it really just a coincidence?Just as my thoughts began to spiral, I heard the front door open. Mom and Brielle walked in, chatting and laughing, their arms loaded with shopping bags.Noticing the coat in my hands, Brielle walked over with a smile and hooked her arm through mine. "Aria, Mom filled me in about your coat," she
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