Samantha resonated with those harsh words. She turned to see who had spoken, bracing herself for someone cold and aloof.
To her surprise, the woman was barely over five feet tall and dressed in a pink satin gown. She had pin-straight black hair, round doll-like eyes, and dimples that appeared when she smiled.
The adorable woman wasn't at all what Samantha imagined. She caught Samantha staring and gave her a once-over.
"You look quite pretty," she said.
"Thanks." Heat crept up Samantha's neck at the unexpected compliment. "You're stunning too."
"Flattery?"
"No. It's the truth."
The woman smiled sweetly and replied, "Thank you."
"One more thing."
"Yeah?"
"You're vicious."
The woman rolled her eyes. Then, Samantha added, "But I love it."
The woman's dimples deepened as her grin widened. "I'm Elena York. And you?"
"Samantha Newton."
They smiled and headed backstage together. Their arrival sent a ripple through the previously harmonious atmosphere. The bags in their hands spoke volumes.
Like the three celebrities, Elena carried a bag in the million-dollar league. Samantha's bag was the real showstopper, the legendary piece rumored to be owned only by extremely rich women.
"That bag… it…"
"It's got to be fake, right?"
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