BACKDOWN

Jennifer paled, her face turning ashen the moment the woman’s words echoed round the entire room. My lips curled subtly into a sly smirk of satisfaction as I watched her face. There was only one of this dress made in the entire world, and that was what I currently wore. I watched as Jennifer quickly recovered, her eyes flared as she spat at the woman. “What are you insinuating? That I, the young madam of the Blackwoods family cannot afford to wear an original dress? Are you saying that I’m lying?” She hissed in rage, firing back at the woman. Not ready to back down from the fight I instigated. And neither was the woman. She folded her arms before her chest–her eyes roaming around Jennifer’s body in disgust. In the high class world, wearing a fake dress was akin to a sin for them. “Young madam, why are you attacking me so furiously? I was only stating the truth, that the dress you are wearing is the fake. While this madam right here is wearing the original Visanchi dress,” the woman sai