“Not all of them! It’s a good half and half with elderly and people who are trying too hard to be hipster. Just fake it ‘til you make it,” she said with a nod, quoting something her sister would always tell her. Isabelle kept the smile on her face, absolutely adoring the vases and everything else in the shop. “I gotta; I’m the only one who’s willing to go shopping with my brother.”
“Then I don’t fall under either category -- at least not that I know of. Does that actually work?” Celia over-prepared for everything. She had no idea if faking it was a viable option or just an expression. “Does he not have good taste himself?”












