"They don't believe I can buy all the bags in this store," Scarlett said with a smirk.
The manager glared at the clerk, clearly furious.
"How many times have I told you? Treat every customer like royalty! What kind of service is this? Ms. Wilson owns this place. If she couldn't afford these bags, then who could?"
Karen jumped in, not missing a chance to stir the pot. "Who could afford it? My Brenda, of course. Everyone knows Brenda is Mr. Hastings' precious darling."
Brenda tugged at her mother's arm. "Mom, stop it. The manager is right. Let's just go."
She turned to Scarlett, playing the part of the innocent.
"Scarlett, sorry about what just happened. We're leaving right away."
But Scarlett's response caught everyone off guard.
"Ms. Nelson, since this bag was reserved for you, how
