Penelope had spent the past seven hours in a spending frenzy, picking up the tab for brunch for her and her four closest friends plus everyone’s boyfriends and girlfriends, and buying two new bottles of perfume in Nolita and three blouses and two dresses and a pair of flare jeans and a porcelain vase she had no idea where to put. She had just tapped her credit card at the chic little wine bar for all the glasses of Albariño she had downed and tapas she had devoured when the waiter frowned and said, “I’m sorry, it’s not going through,” and she knew without a doubt she had finally hit her credit limit.
Penelope had spent the past seven hours in a spending frenzy, picking up the tab for brunch for her and her four closest friends plus everyone’s boyfriends and girlfriends, and buying two new bottles of perfume in Nolita and three blouses and two dresses and a pair of flare jeans and a porcelain vase she had no idea where to put. She had just tapped her credit card at the chic little wine bar for all the glasses of Albariño she had downed and tapas she had devoured when the waiter frowned and said, “I’m sorry, it’s not going through,” and she knew without a doubt she had finally hit her credit limit.