They were all high-end brand bags packed in plastic bags after the logos were removed by the butler.
"Hello! I'm Thea Lindsey!" I said cheerfully.
Beth Kane glanced at my plastic bags with a hint of disdain in her voice. "You don't expect to trade these scraps for our Givenchy or Tiffany, do you?"
...
I blinked.
Although the bags were less valuable without the logos, a branded bag should still be worth more than a Givenchy lipstick or a Tiffany bracelet, right?
"Emilia is a wealthy young lady and the most beautiful girl in the Art Department. Do you really think these shabby items are fit to be seen by her?" Leila Collier said.
Emilia put down her lipstick and gave Leila a feigned scolding look.
She said, "What's there to show off? I just want to finish college quietly, so please don't brag about it everywhere."
Her haughty demeanor screamed of superiority.
It was clear she was showing off.
"Got it," said Leila, sycophantically tidying up Emilia's makeup bag.
...
Then she got up, kicked my suitcase aside, and dramatically waved her hand under her nose.
"This cheap smell is awful. I need to spray some new Dior perfume to cover it up and avoid smelling like poverty."