Fiona's expression shifted as she glared at Theodora. "Dora, did you do that on purpose?"
Her voice was laced with irritation. Re-dressing the mannequin was tedious work, and Fiona's annoyance was palpable.
Theodora responded with a sneer. "And if I did? What can you do about it?"
Fiona's face darkened further. "Dora, we're friends—"
"You? A friend?" Theodora cut her off with a sharp retort, her tone laced with disdain.
Fiona's face turned pale at the scorn.
Ignoring Fiona's reaction, Theodora turned and walked away.
It was so frustrating running into someone like Fiona.
She no longer felt like browsing and decided to find a place to sit.
Before she could get far, Fiona's voice rang out behind her. "Miss, wait!"
Theodora turned to find Fiona hurrying toward her, holding the deep-
