Chloe Hughes seized Sabrina's arm the moment she approached. "Sabrina, perfect timing! Go on, tell them. That's your sister up there, the one in the counterfeit dress, right?"
Sabrina offered a long-suffering sigh. "Yes, that's her. My sister has... simpler tastes, from her time in the countryside. She doesn't believe in spending excessively on clothes. I apologize for the spectacle."
Chloe nudged her conspiratorially. "But you said you had a photo! The one of Amelia drowning in all those fake logos. Show them!"
Sabrina feigned hesitation. "I really shouldn't..."
"Why not?" Chloe pressed, snatching the phone from Sabrina's grasp. She knew the passcode. "If she's bold enough to wear it, she shouldn't mind people seeing." The thrill of Amelia's impending humiliation was too ent
