The Rolls Royce Corniche convertible slides out the front gate of the mansion on North County Road. As the car purrs down the street, the breeze touches Cassandra’s dark hair. She almost didn’t put down the top today. But it’s clear, warm and it’s Feb. 3. Another perfect day in paradise. She spies her friend Cece just ahead in her Jaguar. They’re meeting for a morning of shopping followed by lunch on Worth Avenue.

The valets whisk the cars away from the women in front of Neiman-Marcus. The vague scent of expensive perfumes wafts behind Cassandra and Cece as they disappear into the building.