Stacey said, and Daniella scoffed, crossing her arms. "Believe what you want, girl. But the truth is, Desmond is with me now. And there's nothing you or Anabel can do about it."

"This isn't about Desmond. It's about treating people with respect. Something you clearly know nothing about."

The salesgirl, who had been watching the hit-up exchange with wide eyes, finally spoke up. "I'm sorry, Miss Daniella, but Anabel did ask for the dress first. It's only fair that she have it."

Daniella glared at the salesgirl. "What are you saying? Get the cloth for me, or I will stop patronizing your store."

"I'm sorry, Miss Anabel. I will get...