"Are you done fooling around? Now give it back," Shantel ordered, her voice dropping dangerously low.
Monica merely smirked. "What's the matter? Afraid people will finally realize how weak and useless you are? Do you dare take this dress from me?"
"Afraid?" Shantel took a step forward. "I'm just trying to decide if I should slap you while you're still wearing this silk dress… or wait until you're all dressed up like a glass doll so I can shatter you beyond recognition."
Monica's face twisted. "I want her removed," she barked to the staff member she'd called over. "She's harassing me. And this gown on her… I want it."
"Miss Courtney—she was the first to try it," the staff stammered.
"I don't care! She should pull it off. She has no right to it. Make her hand it over. Now!"
A few of Monica's friends added fuel to the fire, loudly murmuring, "She's trash and doesn't deserve that dress— including the one in Monica's hand."
