Amy’s POV

"Is that all, Madam?" The nice clerk asked me. The other two behind me that had been making fun of me and Antonio had their hands filled literally, the weight of it shaking down to their knees. I was making one purchase after the other, surprising myself. I looked nothing like the frugal waitress who was often scrambling for pennies and peanuts. The black card I was holding felt like a sword, heavy but incredibly empowering with a hint of danger.

I saw that the two behind me looked thoroughly miserable and was about to call it a day. That was when I saw them walking in and...