Hera, calm and composed, simply nodded as her gaze shifted to the other bags still resting inside their velvet-lined boxes. The store manager, also gloved, assisted in laying them out on display, ready to share the details and prices if any of them caught the shoppers' eyes.
Upon hearing the price, even Athena knew she couldn't afford any of the bags. The cheapest one was still a jaw-dropping $649,000—made even more valuable by the fact that it featured a hand-painted design from a world-renowned artist, making it a rare collaboration between the brand and the painter.
Athena pouted slightly. "I really like the one with the painting, but it's way out of my budget. Maybe I'll just ask my uncle to get it for me," she muttered under her breath.
But Hera heard her and let out a soft chuckle. "There's no need to ask your uncle. I'll get it for you," she said casually, as if offering to buy her a snack rather than a luxury handbag worth hundreds of thousands.
