"Hurry up and swipe the card, make her take the dress off!"
"Just look at that champagne-colored dress, how gorgeous it is. Once I swipe my card, it's mine. Eva Nightingale, take it off now!"
Eva rolled her eyes at Ava Morgan, displeased: "What do you mean?"
Even trying on dresses, does Ava Morgan have to try to snatch them too?
"What do I mean?" Ava sneered, looking down, tilting her chin up arrogantly, "Eva Nightingale, the dress you're wearing is the one I spotted and reserved first. It's as simple as that. Now, hurry up and take it off!"
"Take it off?" Eva chuckled, "I won't take it off! I'm wearing it out of here!"
Ridiculous, Ava Morgan is clearly stirring up trouble, couldn't she come up with a better reason?
The store clerk didn't want to offend either side, seeing sparks fly between the two customers, she gently advised, "I'm sorry, Miss Morgan, but another customer has already chosen this dress first."
