As she spoke, she and Elsa left the Hermès store and headed into another clothing boutique. No matter which shop they entered next, Stephanie would show interest in things Zarelle had taken a fancy to, as if she was deliberately trying to prevent Zarelle from having it.
Zarelle found the whole situation rather amusing, if she was being honest. Stephanie was so transparent in her attempts to one-up her, so obvious in her jealousy. It was almost endearing in its pettiness.
She knew exactly what Stephanie was doing—trying to assert dominance, to prove she was superior, to show that she could take whatever Zarelle wanted. It was a childish game, really, one that Zarelle had no interest in playing.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t turn it to her advantage.
With each store they vi
