Jessica
I'm seething in rage as I leave the room, my mother following me all quiet. And why wouldn't she be when we were publicly embarrassed because of that–that woman!
The only good thing is that most people are in the banquet hall instead of hanging around one of the dressing rooms but too many still saw what went down.
That is MY mother's necklace, I know it! George had that custom made for her and she wouldn't sell it. Especially not to that haughty thing!
I don't know who she is but she is obviously someone if Kingston Reina of all people defended her.
She looks like George's ex, but there is no way some orphan trash like her would ever be able to afford to step into that store let alone look at it!
That woman... no, she couldn't be Ella, I refuse to believe it! It was just a look-alike, an irritating, smug bitch of a look-alike sharing her name, but just a look-alike. Nothing–nothing more than that.