Burgundy Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, she spared me no glance as she focused on the event itself, causing me to feel annoyed with myself as I also tried to focus but it just wasn't working, at least not when men surrounded her! "And for the ladies, particularly this time!" the bidder said, now displaying an elegant plush handbag."This vintage handbag was imported just today from London! You can see its sleek silk and the fine designs embroidered on it. Huh... huh... this indeed is beautiful, am I right, ladies?" he said in his enticing tone as the bidding continued. I felt someone nudging me as I turned to Kitara, whose face was fixed on the handbag. "Xavier, isn't that beautiful? I want to get it!" she stated wit

"You need money?! Uh…" Neck Crick rummaged through his pocket, looked around, and suddenly perked up. That chick's bag! It was left behind! Neck Crick scrambled toward it and poured its contents out. There was lipstick, a glasses storage bag, and an authentic leather purse. He quickly opened it to check. It was filled with cards! Bank cards of all sorts. All of them premium! The bystanders' eyes widened. Anyone who could have this many premium credit cards in their wallet had to be a millionaire and more.

Someday, each one would remind her of her adventure. She found porcelain glass bottles, as well as beaded ones. There were antiques as well. She gathered eight bottles with the best designs. One was a blue bottle with intricate silver wirings and crystals shaped to form a crucifix. It looked ancient and special and she knew exactly where to put it on her collection shelf. When she went to the counter, the lady started speaking to her in French. “What?” The lady took the bottle with the crucifix design and set it aside. “Excuse me, I want that,” Julianne protested.

“You’re really not going to invite me to your birthday party? That’s a little cold, don’t you think?” Preston shot up from his seat, clearly rattled, fumbling with his words. “Bingbing—uh, Shen—Miss Manbing… You’re a literal icon. I didn’t want to interrupt your… queen-like schedule for something as petty as my birthday.” She raised a brow, offering him a cool, unreadable smile as she handed him a sleek black box. “Consider this an interruption worth making.” He hesitated, his fingers clumsy as he opened it, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. “Holy hell… Is this the A. Lange & Söhne limited edition? You can’t even buy this yet!”

And again. A gorgeous camel coat becomes sharper once the belt is removed and the buttons replaced. A skirt is dismissed because the pleats begin too high. I find a cream jacket hidden at the back of the rail, pair it with narrow black trousers and suggest the burgundy handbag Helen carried at a luncheon last spring, and she was photographed for the newspaper. She looks at me strangely when I mention it. “You noticed that?” “It was beautiful.” “It was also twenty years old.” “Good design does not expire.”

“From your parents sir.” Gregory hands a wooden box wrapped in gold silk to Axel who was holding a tab. He had been occupied before Gregory came. “Open it.” He commands. Gregory obediently unwraps the silk carefully with his gloves on, and opens the box. He lifts an oblong shaped burgundy wine. “It's a hundred years old wine sir.” Axel chuckles softly as he looks at the ground below from the pogdao. “They never fail to outdo themselves.”

She keeps talking. “Zeta just got me a bag,” she says, excitement slipping into her voice. “The Étoile Noire Sovereign 26. It just dropped this year. limited release. Only fifty pieces worldwide. Hand-stitched calfskin, brushed gold clasp, custom interior lining. It’s divine.” My stomach hurts more hurt.

Maya and I stood in my living room, surrounded by presents. “Xander,” I whispered. “Has to be.” Maya picked up one of the cards attached to the largest box. “Di, should we open them?” “I don’t know. This is too much. It’s—” “It’s your birthday. And someone who loves you sent you gifts. Just open them.” I picked up a medium-sized box. My hands were shaking. Inside was a vintage Hermès Kelly bag in the most exquisite shade of burgundy leather I’d ever seen. Not just any Kelly bag—this was a rare collector’s piece, probably from the 1960s, in pristine condition.

Another attempt to buy my forgiveness. “Monsieur Aurelien sent this for you,” Beth said, avoiding my eyes. “Thank you,” I answered. They both bowed and left as quickly as they could. Nobody wanted to talk to the girl in the tower. I opened the gift bag and pulled out a handbag. I checked for a price tag, but there wasn't one. I didn't need to see the numbers to know it was expensive. It felt heavy and smelled like high-end leather. As I pulled it out, a small note fell onto the table. I picked it up and read the words:

“I need a tissue.” Megan dug into her purse. “I brought a box.” She whacked it onto the table between them. “This Louis bag is great. Stylish and you can fit a bottle of wine, a box of tissues, and half a make-up case inside it without destroying how it hangs. And I got it at an estate sale,” she added with satisfaction. “At a fraction of what it would have cost to buy.”