Veronica: Clean up your pathetic little mess before you crawl out onto the street.
Maya: I didn't do anything wrong... I just wanted to try on my gown...
Veronica: Your gown? With what money? Your credit card would decline before the machine even finished reading the chip.
Maya: My father's estate covers all expenses. The trust fund transfer was cleared this morning.
Veronica: Trust fund? Please. The only thing your family trusts is food stamps and local charity handouts.
Maya: You have no right to judge me or talk about my family inheritance.
Veronica: I have every right when your presence lowers the property value of my entire boutique.
Maya's hands shook uncontrollably as she pressed her palms against the cold stone floor to steady herself.
Maya: Why are you being so cruel? What did I ever do to you?
Veronica: You breathed the air in my showroom without an appointment, and that's offense enough.
The young woman lies curled up on the boutique floor beside elegant wedding gowns, quietly crying.
SFX: Soft crying
Veronica: Save the waterworks for the subway ride home. Nobody here cares about your sob story.
Maya: My dad is going to hear about how you treated me today.
Veronica: Oh, go ahead and call him! Let your dear old daddy come down here and try to lecture me.
Maya: He won't just lecture you. He owns half the commercial real estate on this avenue.
Veronica: If your father owned anything on Madison Avenue, you wouldn't be wearing a faded cotton jacket from a discount outlet.
Maya buried her face in her arms, sobbing softly as the crystal chandeliers overhead cast cold reflections on her tears.
Maya: Please... just leave me alone...
Veronica: Security! Escort this trash out the side exit before she stains the bridal satin.
Will the security guards reach Maya before a much larger disaster shatters the boutique's glass facade?
Veronica: Hurry up and drag her away!