She smoothed the fabric with her fingers. It was soft, almost like satin, but with noticeable threads. Glancing around her house, she looked for something to match its luxury, but could find nothing even close. She pressed the piece against her cheek, nuzzling it like a cat craving attention.
Alaina walked towards the south end of the house. The sun shone through the drapes; scraps of fabric they had collected over the years. Dust blew through the open door. She reached down and picked the baby up off a sleeping pad. Dirty and poorly fed, Alaina frowned, heart broken. She looked at the baby’s bare chest, and pulled the new fabric over his head. Smoothing the fabric again, she smiled. Finally she was able to provide a new piece of clothing for her son.
She smoothed the fabric with her fingers. It was pebbled, soft and buttery. Glancing around her house, she looked for something to match its luxury. Not her pink Burberry Python bag, not the white Chanel she had picked up in London last fall. No, nothing compared to the Hermes bag she held to her chest.
Katie stepped into her enormous closet and looked for a home for her new bag. There it would sit for 2 years, until the perfect occasion presented itself.