From The Carter Country Club Handbook:
This isn’t just wrist candy, darling, it’s social currency. The kind that unlocks VIP booths, late checkouts, and conversations that begin with “Who was that?”
 
The Palm Reader
Fortune favours the well-accessorised.
 
She didn’t come to blend in; she came to stir things up. The Palm Reader is Harlem Carter’s wink to sunlit scandal, tropical alibis, and poolside persuasion. Gleaming with gold plating and detailed in lush green enamel palms, it isn’t just a bracelet, it’s a prophecy. One that involves linen sheets, too much champagne, and a new contact saved under a fake name.
Whether you’re sipping espresso at noon or slipping out before the headlines hit,
The Palm Reader always knows how to say “I was never here” in the most glamorous way possible.
 
Clubhouse Rule (Strictly Followed, Lightly Enforced):
Rule No. 7: Never Let Your Jewellery Be Quieter Than You.
If it doesn’t sparkle when you spill the tea, it’s not doing its job.