"Okay," I agree shyly.

"Can you believe Oprah is here?" Ava leans over and whispers. "I'm dying to say hi. I worship that woman."

"She is brilliant," Lauren seconds. "I TiVo every episode."

"Me too," I say, perking up. "Her and Rachael Ray. Not that I can cook."

"Shut up!" Ava slaps my arm. "We love her too!"

We get into a lengthy conversation about television hosts, our favorite TV shows and the best reality programs on TV (neither of them mention their own, but we're all in agreement that The Hills rules). It turns out that Ava and Lauren watch Gossip Girl just like I do, and swear by the two-hour block of Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy. Lauren even likes Star Wars. Our chat is only interrupted once briefly when Ava tells off this Nickelodeon actress for having said something negative about her to Page Six. It all happens so quickly that I don't even have time to react. Lauren is too busy grilling me about my favorite Star Wars scenes. It turns out the three of us shop at the same stores, all agree that Coffee Bean kicks Starbucks's butt and can't get enough of Pinkberry yogurt. Ava is funny and Lauren, despite her rep for being an airhead, actually seems to have a lot to say. I almost feel guilty for believing everything I read about them. I know I'd hate it if they did about me.

"Okay, enough talking," Ava declares. "It's time to shop." She grabs my hand and I notice several camera flashes go off around us. "Come on! Let's go."

The three of us rush up to the Cinch shop and Lauren and Ava begin plucking bags off their pedestals like they're candy. "Oooh, look at this one! I only have it in blue. I don't own red. Do you make an orange? This one is killer! It's so cute and tiny. I'll take three. What kind of wallets do you have? Do you have a matching keychain?"

I make my way along the display and stop in front of a large leopard print bag with black leather trim and tons of zippers. I pick it up and twirl it around. I've never seen a Cinch bag like it before.

Ava gasps. "That bag is divine," she says, taking it out of my hands. "The leather is so soft, and I love the pattern. You have to get it. It's so you."

I laugh. "It's kind of loud for my taste. And big. I don't carry this much stuff."

"Trying something out of character is so now," Lauren says. "That bag rocks."

I put it on my shoulder and look in the floor length mirror standing next to the display counter. The bag is cool. And I don't have anything quite like it. I look at the price tag. Ouch! It's over three thousand dollars.

Ava sees my face. "Don't think about the price. The money goes to charity."

"Even so, it's a lot. My mom will kill me." I have bags that cost much more than this, but they've all been gifted to me. I can't buy this. I can hear Mom yelling already.