“There is nothing to verify here, this card belongs to my husband and it's perfectly working and not fake.” Aria spoke with crossed arms making Leila chuckle.
Soon the commotion started attracting other people that came to shop.
Seeing this Leila let out a cunning smile, her brow were pinched together, fear written over her face. “Aria, people are here. Just tell the truth so that you won't be embarrassed. Admit that the black card is fake. You and I knew you couldn't afford it, you're a waitress, remember?”
“Wtf am I hearing? A waitress shopping with a black card?”
“Yes, it must be fake. Someone of her standard can't obviously afford a dress here.”
“She must be driven away, I don't think I can breathe the same air as this lowly girl.”
Leila hummed slowly within, very satisfied at ho
