Summer and her boyfriend, Vincent Shaw, had started dating in college. They were the golden couple—both journalism majors who always hosted the university's big events together.
And Iris was Vincent's childhood friend. Janina vaguely remembered Summer mentioning her once.
"From the looks of it, these two are about to throw down," Maggie remarked.
"Full-on fireworks, girls. Should we go get a better view?" Melody suggested.
They were huddled in a VIP fitting room, where they couldn't hear clearly. They wanted a front-row seat to the drama but worried about making things awkward.
Worried that Summer would be bullied, Janina peeked through a crack in the door, inching closer while turning on her phone's video recorder.
It wasn't to invade her privacy; it was for evidence.
Perhaps after being set up so many times herself, Janina's first instinct in any conflict was to record proof.
It might just come in handy.
"I mean, honestly, Miss Quinn, a scrawny thing like you couldn't possibly fill out this dress. It's obviously not your size. If you tried to force it, you'd just make a fool of yourself, wouldn't you?"
Iris's voice was soft and sweet, her face wreathed in a smile, but every word dripped with sarcasm. Calling her 'Miss Quinn' over and over was a deliberate way to create distance, to age her.
Iris was trying to tell everyone that Summer was not only older but also old-fashioned, with a withered figure that couldn't possibly compare to her own.
Iris waved her pale fingers in front of Summer's chest, as if to say the dress wasn't meant for her.
"Why do you always have to target me? Does he know how shameless you are?"
Summer's face was drained of color, her lips chapped. She was clearly incensed.
Iris paid no mind to Summer's insult. She adjusted the sunglasses on her nose with her index finger, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Target you? Heh. A person of your station should know what clothes to wear and what to say. Miss Quinn, you can't be that clueless. Even if you wore this dress, no one would give you a second glance. Why subject everyone to such an eyesore?"
Iris let out a soft laugh, her eyes glinting with the certainty of victory.

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