A hard slap landed squarely on Vivian Linton's face.
Vivian Linton had come on stage with Tristan Sterling, so she was caught completely off guard by the blow.
Sharp pain shot through her, and her ears were ringing.
She instinctively covered her cheek, staring in astonishment at Shirley Sheffield's contorted face.
"What is going on?!"
With tears welling in her eyes, Shirley Sheffield screamed at the stunned Vivian Linton.
'What kind of designer is she?'
'The cheongsam she designed is such trash!'
'It was bad enough that Holly Sinclair's design completely crushed hers, but now it had to rip apart on her body?!'
'Didn't she say she was going to ruin Holly Sinclair's cheongsam and humiliate Wendy Wyatt?'
'So why is *she* the one being humiliated now?!'
'I've been exposed in front of everyone!!'
'To accentuate the figure and waistline, cheongsams are tailored to be form-fitting, so she was wearing almost nothing underneath...'
