Nut Clutched In Her Hand

"Watch your mouth, Samantha," the minion snapped.

"Or what? What are you going to do something about it?" Samantha challenged, turning to face them squarely.

Bridget tried to play peacemaker. "Relax, Mike Tyson. We're only here to offer some help. Look, we even brought a change of clothes," she said, pulling out a garment from her bag.

Samantha glanced at it dismissively, but Lucia's eyes narrowed. She knew exactly what Bridget was up to.

Lucia stepped away from the mirror, facing Bridget head-on. "What exactly is your problem? Don't you think you're too old to be playing a bully from a Hannah Montana movie?" she asked, her voice laced with disdain.

"Lucia," Bridget feigned innocence, "the least you could say is 'thank you' instead of trying to pick a fault with me."

"Those clothes… aren't they from the charity box?" Lucia pointed out.