“Miss Anthony!” Samantha snapped, shoving the dress toward Eloise’s hands.
Eloise recoiled, her eyes narrowing as if the dress itself was repulsive. Her stomach twisted in disgust. The sight of the pristine white fabric made her want to scream. It was sickening and offensive.
Before she could stop herself, she waved her hands in the air, desperate to shove the dress away.
Then, something unexpected happened.
In the struggle, Eloise’s hands shoved against Samantha with more force than intended. The stylist gasped as she stumbled backward.
A sharp intake of breath filled the room, the silence.
Eloise froze. Samantha hit the ground with a graceless thud, her coat flaring open as she landed. The impact wasn’t hard, but it was awkward, undignified.
A split second later, two buttons poppe
