Amy stumbled backwards from the impact of the slap, her cheeks stinging in pain. “I'm…I'm sorry.” she whispered, bowing her head as tears gathered in her eyes. The young lady smirked, “Is sorry going to get this stain off my dress? Look here, I don't work with silly apologies. You have to pay for this dress!”
Amy raised her head, meeting the young lady's gaze. Her ocean blue eyes sparkled in the beauty of the night, and her black wavy hair was styled in a messy bun. Her black gown flowed down from her waist, giving her an elegant and poised look. Seeing a few diamonds arranged on it, Amy's heart raced.
Where was she going to get some money to purchase the dress? It would take her years to gather up something. Left with no choice, Amy gritted her teeth and approached the young lady. She
