"This particular dress looks stunning. I love it. Quick, wrap it up for me."
"Hey! What do you think you are doing?" Cheryl lunged forward to grab the dress from Linda.
"I said I want the dress, and that is settled." Linda had a condescending look as she moved her hands out of Cheryl's reach.
Cheryl almost fell over but was swiftly pulled back by Kathleen's quick reflexes.
Her countenance was dark as she faced Linda, "I've already chosen that dress. How can you suddenly want it?
Kathleen knew that things were about to turn sour, but she was not one to shy away from trouble when it comes knocking at her door. Six years ago she would have ignored it, but not anymore. She was going to confront it headlong.
"I know you are deliberately courting trouble, but I'm not in the mood for your childish tantrums Miss Beazell"
"Look who we have here. I wonder why you're always on my trail?" Linda mocked, pretending to have just seen Kathleen.
