Nancy had hoped for a quiet day. She left the limo at home and decided to do a simple day of shopping by herself.
Her mother would never stoop to being so common, as her mother would call it, if she knew what Nancy was doing. Her mother always had the boutiques either send her the clothes or bring representatives to the mansion or whatever hotel penthouse suite she was staying in to model the products for her.
Nancy hated that ritual. She loved being a Harrison. Who wouldn't? But sometimes, she just wanted to be a normal person who went shopping at the store on a Saturday afternoon.
Karen startled Nancy when she grabbed her arm. "Hi, Nancy, I can't believe I'm seeing you again so soon."
"Nice to see you again as well-" she hesitated for a moment because she forgot her name.
"Kar
