Dahlia's POV
Miranda's eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she studied the woman beside her. "Lauren, what brilliant scheme are you cooking up now?"
Lauren's gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt before landing on Christina, who stood protectively at my side. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows knitted together as recognition dawned across her features.
"Wait a minute. I knew you looked familiar." Her voice dripped with disdain. "You're that little lapdog who used to follow Miss Zaid around like a lost puppy. What brings you to a place like this?"
Miranda's laughter was sharp and cutting. "Obviously Charline finally came to her senses and threw out the trash."
"Honestly, the audacity of people like you showing up at an establishment this exclusive." Lauren sauntered closer, her designer heels clicking against the marble floor. Her crimson lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Tell me, how much spare change do you two actually have rattling around in those discount purses?"
