Hearing that Carrie was footing the bill, every girl she called immediately agreed to meet.

By the time Carrie arrived at the bar, the three young socialites she had summoned were already waiting. Dressed to the nines, they clustered near a BMW as they waited for her. Upon seeing that she took a taxi, they glanced at each other.

“Look, she took a cab,” one muttered as Carrie stepped out. “Doesn't even have a car now.

“You think she can actually afford to treat us? Or do you think this is a trap to make us pay?”

“If she tries that, we’ll just call Camryn Newman to settle the tab,” another remarked.

“Everyone knows she and her sister are mortal enemies. There’s no way she would do that.”

“They're still biological sisters, though.”

“Relax, it’s just drinks. How much could it cost? Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. She might be broke by her standards, but she’s still richer than most. She can afford to treat us to a few drinks.”

As they whispered to each other, Carrie wa