Footsteps echoed sharply across the boutique as a young employee dropped her clipboard and rushed to Clara's side.
Employee: Are you alright, Clara? You didn't deserve that.
Clara: I'm fine, Sarah. Just let her finish talking.
Victoria: Stay out of this unless you want to lose your job too, girl.
A bridal shop employee steps between them, supporting the older woman and speaking firmly.
Employee: She created the designs that rebuilt this shop.
Victoria: I don't care who sketched some old dresses twenty years ago!
Employee: She owns the controlling shares of this entire luxury brand.
Victoria: What did you just say to me?
Employee: You heard me clearly. You just assaulted the founder and owner.
Victoria's hands dropped slowly to her sides, her arrogant expression faltering for the very first time.
Victoria: No... that's impossible. She's just a seamstress.
Employee: She works the floor because she loves the craft, not because she has to.
Victoria: This is a coordinated trick to cover up bad tailoring!
Employee: Look around you, Victoria. Every single person in this room works for her.
Can Victoria salvage her dream wedding, or has her cruel attitude cost her everything in a single second?
Victoria: You're all lying to protect each other.