"Why is it that whenever you see me somewhere, you assume I'm a clerk? Are you here to apply for a position? If so, you can start by serving me," Giselle shot back, her irritation flaring as soon as she realized who had interrupted her.
Tina crossed her arms smugly. "You're shopping here? This store specializes in dancewear and performance costumes—very professional. What could someone like you, an uneducated girl from the slums, possibly need from a place like this? Or wait—has my uncle finally stopped supporting you?"
Giselle clenched her teeth, her voice sharp. "Arrogant, just like your uncle. The two of you really are cut from the same cloth."
"And you're just as classless as I expected," Maddison chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain. "If my son took pity on you and kept you as
