Mrs. Gray lounged comfortably in the backseat of her sleek black luxury car, legs crossed, a designer handbag beside her. The soft hum of the engine mixed with her bright laughter as she talked animatedly into her phone.
"Oh my goodness, Clara, have you seen the latest trend on the runway?" she said, nearly breathless from laughing. "I swear, these new designers think anything oversized counts as 'fashion-forward.' I looked like I was being swallowed by a blanket!"
Her friend cackled on the other end, and Mrs. Gray joined in wholeheartedly, throwing her head back. Her laughter filled the car like glitter, light, loud, and indulgent. They drifted from gossip to personal life, and Clara made a comment about husbands being "high-maintenance children."
Mrs. Gray nearly snorted.
