Mia didn't believe a word of it, of course.She figured I'd been so traumatized that I was hallucinating.When I dragged her into the luxury shopping district, she hunched her shoulders the entire way, terrified of running into someone she knew."Viv, let's just go. The salespeople here all know Linda — imagine how humiliating it'd be if they kicked us out…"Mia clutched the hem of my sleeve, her voice barely a whisper.I walked straight into a haute couture boutique.It was members-only. You couldn't even get through the door without an appointment.The security guard moved to stop me, but I flashed the black card.My grandfather had left it to me. Only ten existed worldwide — it wasn't just a bank card, it was a statement of identity.The guard froze, then did a complete one-eighty, bowing so low he nearly kissed the floor."Welcome, esteemed guest. Right this way."Mia's jaw dropped. "Viv, where did you get that fake ID made? It looks ridiculously real."I didn't explain. I just pul
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