"Chloe, don't you think this is a bit… too much?" Nadia asked, her arms crossed as she watched Chloe toss yet another box of designer bags into the arms of a boutique attendant already struggling under the weight of the previous ones.
Chloe barely looked up. She was admiring herself in a floor-length mirror, turning slightly to catch the shimmer of her emerald heels under the spotlight's soft gleam. "Come on, Nadia," she said with a breezy laugh, "nothing is too much for us. Not under my watch."
Nadia offered a small, knowing smile, the warmth in Chloe's voice melting the edge of her usual sarcasm. She'd known Chloe since high school — they'd survived toxic roommates, failed makeup tutorials, skipped classes, and late-night heartbreaks together. Their bond was the kind that time only deepened. No one made her laugh like Chloe, and no one dared to cross her twice.
With a flick of her perfectly styled hair, Chloe turned toward Nadia and placed her hands on her hips.
