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“Have you ever felt anything so soft and supple? And look at the stitching! It’s like a piece of art, no? Like a sculpture!”

She hands it to me, and, to be polite, I give the bag a little pat. “You’re a terrible saleswoman.”

“And you’re a totally aggravating shopper.” Dalia puts her hands on my shoulders and swings me around, so that I’m looking at myself in the full-length mirror. Behind me, a newly-married wearing five gold bangles and a band fall down to her waist is angling around me to peer at herself with a Gucci scarf slung around her neck.

Dalia holds the bag up to my shoulder. “Picture yourself walking into the office with this. You’d blow Shelley’s mind with jealousy.”