"We're sorry, but you have to return everything you've got in there," the girl at the counter told her."
"What did you say?" Shantel asked in disbelief.
Before the cashier could stammer out a response, another voice dripping with condescension cut in.
"Don't you understand simple English?" Willow Rhys, the girl who had been with Monica stepped forward looking all smug and victorious.
"Well let me put it in plain language so you can understand. Trash like you don't deserve to shop at the same place as the rest of us."
A murmur rippled through the line of waiting shoppers.
"Finally, someone put her in her place."
"She had it coming."
"After deceiving Richard Domango, did she really think she'd get to walk around like she owns the city?"
