—Alyssa—
I carefully arranged the essentials into my Birkin 25, adding a little charm to match. I think it goes with my academy uniform… or maybe I'm overdressed? No one at school carries a Birkin. Or anything from Hermès, for that matter.
"Alyssa! You're gonna be late!" David yelled from downstairs. Classic. That brother of mine never fails to drag me out of bed and rush me like we're in some kind of emergency.
I sighed, giving myself one last check in the mirror. Hair: perfect. Lip gloss: subtle. Outfit: borderline scandalous for a prep school, but who cares? I headed down the stairs and there she was—my stunning sister-in-law, standing like a queen in a black designer dress. No necklace, but the ring on her finger could probably buy three mansions.
"Good morning, sis!" I chirped, trying not to look too dazzled.
