"She's my friend. We have already made plans to leave together," said Sharon, playing along.
"So it's true! Bumpkins do play together," jeered Queenie as she stood in front of Sharon to block off her way with her other cronies.
"Don't be in such a rush to leave. Since we're all here, why won't you introduce her to us? Pray tell, which slum did you find your friend from?"
The other socialites cackled eagerly at Queenie's words.
"You're at fault, Sharon. Your family is so rich you're able to afford a dress worth tens of thousands of dollars, so why didn't you take care of this friend of yours?
"Look at how poorly she's dressed. It's so embarrassing!"
"I—"
Sharon's face contorted in shame. She looked at Yolanda apologetically. She felt bad for involving Yolanda in this.
Yolanda saw how uneasy Sharon felt and, with a slight smile, she said, "I'm not interested in branded dresses."
Queenie snorted in contempt. "What? Wow! You're such a good actress. You're acting skills are much better than Sharon's.
"It's clear that you can't afford anything, yet here you are, acting all aloof saying that you don't like it. Women like you disgust me."
As Queenie ranted, she looked at the other socialites pointedly. The others instantly understood what Queenie wanted. They walked up quickly and surrounded Yolanda as well.
"You gotta follow the local rules no matter where you're at. Since you're so ignorant, let me teach you a lesson."
Queenie looked at Yolanda scornfully and lifted her hand. With a fling of her wrist, she threw the contents of her wine glass at Yolanda.
If it were anyone else who couldn't react in time, they would have been covered with red wine, and their outfits would have been ruined.
That was also Queenie's intention. She wanted to see Yolanda look miserable with red wine all over her.
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