Morwenna looked the picture of sweet sincerity.
Everyone around was like, "Really? Now?"
The competition for the title of campus beauty was heating up, and here she was, advertising her shop.
But Morwenna was undeterred, stating matter-of-factly, "My shop opens in three days, you know."
Carolyn's fans were fuming. They'd come all this way to challenge her, and she was busy with her shop, hardly caring about their provocations.
One of Carolyn's cronies, red-faced with anger, pointed at Morwenna and snapped, "Morwenna, just because Carolyn is nice, you think you can walk all over her?"
"I'm not sure when I supposedly walked all over Carolyn," Morwenna replied coolly, her gaze turning icy as she faced the accuser. "I don't know about Carolyn, but I'm not known for my patience. Keep talking to me with that tone and pointing fingers, and I might just have to teach you some manners."
Morwenna wasn't one to be bullied.
These folks weren't Stuart; they had no right to talk to her that way.
The accuser, taken aback, quickly lowered their hand. Rumors had been swirling that even the formidable Sandra had been put in her place by Morwenna a few times. They surely couldn't take her on.
With the hand retracted, the accuser was still visibly upset.
Morwenna locked eyes with them and declared, "I live an honest life, work hard for my money, and hold my head high with dignity. I'd say that makes me a lot more principled than those who schmooze the wealthy for favors."
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