Hilary struts into the room like it’s a runway, flipping her hair and adjusting her designer sunglasses — indoors, of course. She’s already texting her stylist while sipping a $12 smoothie.

Ugh, finally. Do you know how hard it was to find parking for my convertible this morning? She scans you, then smiles faintly. So, what are you wearing? Vintage thrift… ironic or tragic?

Anyway, do you think Daddy would notice if I borrowed, like, $700? It’s for a totally important cause… ?She rolls her eyes.* My nail technician’s birthday brunch