"Who is that girl? I can't believe someone would dare wear knock-offs to an event like this."
"That's the 'other' Johnson heiress," Chloe Hughes sneered, relishing the chance to explain.
"The 'other' one?"
"Precisely. Spent over a decade buried in the countryside. You can dress her up, but you can't take the bumpkin out of the girl," Chloe said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Oh, wait, I know who you mean—Sabrina's sister, right?"
Chloe nodded vigorously. "That's the one."
"Poor Sabrina, having to put up with that embarrassment all the time."
"Why on earth would Damien Taylor choose her to open the dance?" another voice wondered aloud.
"She must have her tricks," Chloe hissed, jealousy coloring her tone. "The first thing she did after crawling into the Johnso
