"Ah!"
Donna stumbled and crashed into Clarice, causing the wine glass in her hand to tilt toward Clarice’s dress.
Clarice couldn’t dodge in time, and the red wine spilled onto the front of her dress.
Betty quickly steadied Clarice, preventing both of them from falling.
She turned to Donna and asked in anger, “Donna, did you do that on purpose?”
Donna had fallen to the ground, looking pitiful—not pretending, as she was genuinely hurt.
“I’m the victim here!”
Just moments earlier, Donna had spotted Betty in the crowd.
Remembering their recent argument where she lost, Donna was filled with spite and quietly approached Betty from behind.
As she got closer, she realized the glamorous woman next to Betty was Clarice!
What a cliché transformation story—an ugly duckling turning into a swa
