“Absolutely. Whatever you girls want, bills on me,” Diane proudly told her friends, shrugging sweetly from the vanity table where she sat blow-drying her hair.
One of the three others in the room gasped, "Are you serious?!" while another laughed in disbelief, teasing with a grin, “Look at Miss Moneybags over here!"
“Yeah, get used to it,” Diane rolled her eyes and chuckled, “I need the company I keep smelling like me and not the other way around, if you get what I mean,” she added as she brushed her fingers through her wet strands.
Her friends exchanged further glances at one another. They knew exactly what she meant by that, but all giggled like it was nothing.
“There was once a time when you would trade anything to have my things. Hello?” The third friend, who couldn't quite ignore t
