“How much do you think you’ll need in a month? Not to maintain the life that you have now, but to start living the life that you deserve?” “Maybe a thousand dollars.” “You like the wine you’ve been sipping?” With a baffled expression, she nodded. “Good. It’s a thousand dollars, Ever. A bottle of that every week will automatically put you over the four thousand dollar mark. Please, don’t insult yourself like that.” “Ten thousand dollars,” she switched it up. “Fifteen. Your wardrobe will change, and I want you to be able to afford it as you acquire the new taste.”
