Designer handbags, clutches, totes, and shoulder bags were her passion—an obsession of monumental proportion. She could eye spy a knockoff with just a glance. Her designer collection hung on the backs of three of her closet doors, were stacked in boxes on shelves inside closets and drawers in the spare bedrooms, and there was even a secret stash in the basement. She couldn’t resist fondling and inhaling the soft leather once more before paying for the stylish clutch. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t have the luxury of putting her latest acquisition on display in her bedroom where her eyes could feast upon it. Not wanting to hear the words “Another expensive bag?” from her husband’s lips, Regina would have to conceal her purchase. This new beauty would have to be hidden in the basement with the rest of her prized possessions—dozens of colorful bags covered with protective plastic. And when she decided to carry the metallic clutch, Matt would roll his gaze to the ceiling. “Is that new?”
