Linda caught the sound of her daughter arguing with someone and immediately dropped the dress she was holding, rushing over in a hurry.
"What happened, sweetheart? Who upset you?"
"Mom," Mara’s eyes shimmered with tears as she pointed at Cassandra's back, her voice laced with grievance and irritation. "I wanted that dress, but the manager said Cassandra already picked it out and won’t sell it to me."
The store manager stood stiffly, her face instantly paling. Panic crept through her. How could Miss Hawthorne say something so misleading?
She had clearly offered to help find another one, but Mara refused—now she made it sound like she was being denied out of spite…
Linda’s elegantly shaped eyes narrowed into slits, shooting the manager a frosty glare. She followed Mara’s fin
