Brooke, her face a mask of desperation, turned to Lyse, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and pleading. "Why, Lyse?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly. "Why would you bother to bring the police into such a small matter? It was just a misunderstanding. A silly prank."
Lyse met Brooke's gaze with a steady look, her expression unwavering. "A small matter?" she echoed, her voice laced with irony. "You were perfectly willing to involve the police when you thought it was me who had stolen the garment. Suddenly, it's just a 'small matter' now that the tables have turned?"
Brooke's face flushed crimson. She knew Lyse was right. She had been so quick to call for the authorities when she thought she had the upper hand, but now that her plan had backfired, she was trying to downplay the severity of the situation.
"It was just a joke," Brooke stammered, her voice weak. "Cora did not mean any harm."