(Author's POV)
"Is there something else I can help you with?"
Sienna opened her mouth.
"No?" Tiffany said. "Then I have work to do."
A voice came from the doorway.
"I was wondering how long this was going to take."
Chloe was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching the scene with the detached interest of someone who had arrived expecting exactly this.
Sienna turned.
"My grandmother," Chloe said, "spent her whole life being kind to people who didn't deserve it. She was generous with your mother. She was generous with you." She pushed off the doorframe and walked forward slowly. "And this is what she gets for it. You, standing in someone else's shop, trying to bully your way into a dress that isn't yours." She stopped a few feet away. "You're a disgrace, Sienna.
