Ruby stepped out of her shop with heavy, unhurried steps. Her long white hair caught the wind, brushing against her back like a banner of calm fury.
Angeline followed close behind, her face tense, and Karl walked beside her, lips pressed in a thin line, eyes locked on the crowd now watching like it was a stage performance.
Ruby stopped just a few feet in front of the old witch and Jepsi, and the crowd automatically gave her space. Her red eyes, now sharp as burning coals, stared directly at the old woman pretending to be pitiful.
She took a breath and spoke.. her voice calm at first, but cold.
"What proof do you have that I stole your designs?"
The crowd grew quiet. Even the whispers paused.
Ruby's jaw was clenched now. Her hands were trembling slightly at her sides, not out of fear but rage she was holding in.
