Beside them, Elaine was not about to take that crap.

Glaring at the middle-aged man, she stood akimbo as she bellowed, "What are you getting so smug about? You're just driving a Bentley! My husband used to be the vice-president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, so you can ask the members if he drives a 2B Cullinan!"

"Not 2B—it's BB! It's a BB Culinnan!" Jacob promptly cried.

Elaine waved him off impatiently. "It's all the same. What's the point?"

However, Mr. Larcelle clearly wasn