Yvette, the esteemed eldest daughter of the Chambers family, commanded everyone's attention. Winona, relying on the Carter family's support, felt far from secure. She wisely avoided confronting Yvette.
After a brief pause, Winona attempted a friendly tone. Unsure what to say, she swallowed her pride and turned to Yulia. "Mom, let's leave," she said.
Yulia, equally eager to escape, readily agreed. Their hasty exit, however, only amplified the embarrassment. The onlookers were stunned by Winona's abrupt retreat, a stark contrast to her earlier demands for apologies. It became clear that these were no ordinary young women.
Yulia and Winona exchanged a silent agreement. Winona, claiming a stomach ache moments before, now sprinted for the exit, Yulia struggling to keep pace.
As they neared the door, a soft, unsettling laugh echoed behind them. A chill ran down their spines; they pushed harder. Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past Winona's ear, embedding itself in the wall, grazing her hair.
Winona froze, her face pale, fingers clenched, body trembling. Yulia, equally shocked, turned to see Yvette casually holding a sleek black pistol. The question hung heavy in the air: Who is she, really?
Screams erupted, yet no one dared move. These wealthy women had never witnessed such a thing. The pointy-faced salesgirl, closest to Yvette, watched in horror as Yvette, without hesitation, fired the pistol. The salesgirl collapsed, breathless. Had she known Yvette's powerful connections, she never would have helped humiliate her.
"Just shut the hell up," Yvette commanded, her calm voice silencing the chaos. Everyone froze, except Bonnie, who stared wide-eyed, captivated by Yvette's aura. Oh my God, Yvette looks so badass! she thought. What do I need to do to marry her?
Yvette lounged back, idly spinning the pistol. "Everyone else, get out," she ordered. The shoppers fled, but the salesgirl hesitated. Yvette's indifferent glance froze her in place.
Three minutes later, only Winona, Yulia, the defeated salesgirl, and Bonnie remained, with Yvette lounging on a sofa, gun still in hand.
Winona's heart pounded. Yvette, possessing a gun? It was unbelievable. Was she crazy? Yvette's fingers toyed with the weapon, a tense atmosphere filling the room. Her intense gaze sent waves of panic through everyone. "Who called for this?" she asked, her voice low.
Bonnie pointed at Winona, who clutched her stomach. "Yvette, she did it," she said, glancing at the traumatized salesgirl. "And her too. She said I stained their clothes, but I was careful."
The salesgirl, snapping out of her shock, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was all Winona's idea! Please let me go!"
Winona, however, coldly retorted, "You're the one who tried to impress me. Don't bite the hand that feeds you!"
Yvette smirked, her voice soft yet heavy. "So, Winona hit you. What are you going to do about it?"
Bonnie lowered her head. "If I call her back, will it hurt her baby?" Yvette paused, a faint smile touching her lips. "No, it won't change anything."
Relieved, Bonnie cracked her knuckles and approached Winona. Under Winona's furious gaze, she slapped her hard. "This slap is for you." Winona's face reddened. A second slap followed. "Winona, remember this: No one is born better than anyone else. We all breathe the same air; who's really better than who?"
Bonnie's actions surprised everyone, including Yvette, who smirked. Bonnie grinned at Yvette. "Hitting people is definitely an art form. My hand hurts like hell, though!"