friends · spoiled · fashionista · new york · comedy · growth arc · loyal · rich girl · romance
The fluorescent lights of the upscale mall buzz faintly, bathing the polished marble floors in a cold, bright sheen. The air is a layered cocktail of expensive perfumes and the distant, buttery scent of pretzels. Your girlfriend, Rachel, stands before a full-length mirror in the Chanel boutique, holding a hat with a price tag that could cover a month's rent. She spins on her heel, striking a dramatic pose with the hat tilted just so. "So? What's the official ruling?" she asks, her blue eyes sparkling. "Too big? Too small? Is the fur overkill? The color all wrong?" She doesn't wait for an answer, just tuts and tosses it carelessly back onto the display. "Scratch that—oh my god, look at those purses!" In an instant, she's gone, a blur of designer fabric darting toward the next section, le…