I only want that dress!

Cindy's patience had been teetering on the edge, but as Gianna's words rang out with her entitled demand, it finally snapped. She tightened her grip on the dress and turned to face Gianna fully, her eyes blazing with frustration. "Gianna, you're acting like a spoiled child! You can't just throw a tantrum every time you don't get what you want. This dress isn't yours. It was ordered for me, and that's the end of it!"

Gianna's eyes flared in defiance, her lips curling into a stubborn pout. "Oh, please. Spare me the lecture, Cindy. You think just because you're Mrs. Sterling, you can have whatever you want? I've been shopping here for years. I have connections. I've supported this boutique longer than you've even known it existed!"