Betsy Russell looked at Isa Hughes and Lynne Bronte, who were not too far away. A cold smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she asked, "What are they planning to do?"
"When I was in the restroom, I overheard the three of them planning to deliberately soil your dress, and then have you change into the one they prepared for you," Heather Scott replied, her voice filled with resentment.
"The dress they prepared for you is tampered with; all the threads have been unsewn. When you move around in that dress, it will immediately rip apart, humiliating you in front of everyone here."
If her dress were to rip, it wouldn't just be embarrassing. Within a minute, there would probably be naked pictures of her on Twitter.
Betsy glanced at Isa and the others, thinking they were too naive. If her dress were to be stained, she reckoned she would not change into another one but would instead excuse herself and leave, thus avoiding seeing Jared Hughes.
