She Billed the Wrong Heiress

I had just finished a facial at the luxury med spa and handed my black VIP card to the front desk. Instead of checking my membership, the manager flung the card straight into my face.

"Trying to pull a scam with a fake card?"

"I've seen plenty of old hags like you trying to find an excuse to skip the bill."

Assuming there was some kind of mix-up, I calmly explained, "The card is real. Would you check my membership again?"

After all, my brother handed me this VIP card himself the moment he opened this med spa, telling me I could swipe it whenever I wanted.