The event they were to attend was not to start for another thirty minutes and one thing she knew her boss for was arriving late at events like these, he had said it was to create a pause at the moment he would arrive and have everybody’s attention on him the moment he would walk in. Although she did not share in his idea as she would rather not want to steal the spotlight, she had no choice, the spotlight would be on her as well as he would make sure that they walked in together and that she was looking her best - ravishing as he would seldom say whenever she was dressed well.
And this was one of such moments he wanted her to look ravishing.
The car came to a stop in the parking lot of the now familiar but crazily expensive boutique, it was a place she had come to know all too well as most of her outfits had been bought from here at her boss’ expense. Once again he handed her his black card with a certain deadness in his voice.
“Get something to wear for the luncheon, put it on, and come out. You have ten minutes.”
She stepped out of the midnight black luxurious car and made her way to the boutique’s entrance. The lady at the reception table greeted her warmly as she had become a regular in this place, she recalled the last time she was here was just a week ago and she had bought a dress whose plain design was a far cry from the price attached to it but its designer was a big name in Hontari which explained the enormous price on it. She had purchased that and worn it only once.
She walked to the back where she knew she would find something fitting for the luncheon and ravishing as well, her mother always complimented her that she had an amazing figure and anything she put on would be elegant. Several people also attested to that, several men.
She found the red dress on a mannequin, it was covered in a red shiny sequence and was sleeveless, the length of the dress made her smirk and she knew for sure that heads were going to turn in her direction if she were to have this on. She checked the size, it would fit her just right.
She signaled to the attendant to remove the dress and she took it to the changing room, when she looked at herself in the mirror she was satisfied. The dress cupped her boobs up, revealing enough cleavage to have any man drooling, it was tight around her waist and as long as she did not stuff herself with food, she would be fine. Her hips were more pronounced and her butt seemed a little bigger in the dress.
“Perfect.”
She walked out of the dressing room to the counter which was a mess as a lady had piled up clothes she had picked out and was almost causing a scene, complaining that their service was slow, three of the workers attended to her, and on a normal day, Donna would recline on one of the chairs and help herself to their sweet scones but her boss had given her a time deadline - ten minutes.
She walked up to the counter, placed the tag she had ripped off the dress on it, and fished out the black card, “I’ll take what I have on.” She said to the attendant and stretched out the card to her.
The annoyed lady turned to face her and gasped. “Oh I absolutely must have that dress!” she turned to the attendant. “Do you have this exact dress in my size?”
The young attendant shook her head in reply. “I’m sorry ma, this dress is a limited stock, and only a handful were made.”
“You insolent twerp!” She screamed and scratched her hand toward the attendant who backed away from her fingers. She turned to Donna and in the most spoilt tone, said to her.
“But on second thought, I would not want to have the same dress as another. I want the dress you have on.”
Donna rolled her eyes, and without giving her attention to the lady, she replied. “That’s too bad, I have it on already and I’m about to pay for it.”
She scoffed and snatched the card from Donna’s fingers before the attendant could take it. “I said I want it, and what I want, I always make sure I get it. So tell me how much do you want for it?”
Donna faced her now and her anger boiled, she stood face to face with someone she had known for years and trusted and that trust had cost her. She was not surprised that the woman did not recognize her, she was just as vain, proud, and pompous as she had always been and her behavior now did not surprise her but Donna would not allow her to have was already hers this time.
“You can double the price of the dress if you wish too, my family is wealthy enough to cover the cost of every item of clothing in this space.” She boasted, toying with the card in-between her fingers.
“You’re an overly spoilt child who thinks everything should be laid on her feet, but you really should learn to be content with the lot you already have,” Donna said and yanked the card out of her hand, earning a gasp from the lady. “I’m sure you have been in here hours before I walked in, are you trying to insult yourself by saying you were blind throughout the time you spent shopping and that you didn’t see this on the mannequin?”
The lady’s countenance changed and she got angry. “Did you just indirectly insult me?!”
Donna smirked. “If I want to insult you, I will not hide behind words because, for someone as spoilt as you are, there’s usually almost no thinking space up in there.”
“You…!” she wanted to say more to Donna but she was so angry that she could not think straight. “If I cannot have that dress, then I will not allow you to have it either!”
“Then watch me walk out of here with it.”
She turned her attention away from her and gave the card to the attendant who processed the payment and returned the card back to her. She thanked the attendant with a smile and made to leave but the lady grabbed a hold of the dress and pulled on it with so much force that it ripped a hole in the side. The attendants gasped and Donna stopped in her tracks
The lady scoffed and with a very satisfied voice, said. “Now let me see you walk out of here. I told you if I can't have it then neither of us will.”
Donna fumed, she allowed the anger in her build before turning around to face her, her hand came up as she turned and landed hard on the lady’s face. The force sent her crashing down on the floor and she grabbed her cheek, shock, and anger in her eyes, she snapped her head up to Donna and her eyes burned. She dared to touch her.
She was quick to get up on her feet. “Who the fuck do you think you are to touch me?!” she yelled at Donna, all the while preparing to return the slap.
“Donna!”
The sudden and loud interruption caused the ladies and the attendant to pause and turn in the direction of the voice that had just called out Donna’s name. Keith Preston stood by the door, he had both hands shoved into his pants pockets and he looked very upset. He kept his eyes on Donna who had first turned to him in anger before her facial features calmed.
“What in the bloody hell is going on here?! How long does it take to pick out…” His eyes widened when he spotted the huge rip in the dress Donna had on and a frown etched across his brow. “And how did that happen? Who the hell did that?!”
“She spotted it on me and wanted to have it, when I wouldn’t let her, she ripped it,” Donna explained while staring daggers at the lady who seemed to have calmed down on sighting Keith like a bucket of ice-cold water had been washed down on her.
Keith sighed and shook his head. “Too bad, that dress would have made quite the impression. Quickly find something else to wear then.” He waved a hand to her in dismissal.
“I already paid for this,” Donna explained to him.
“Hurry, find another dress, I guess the lady here would not have any trouble paying for the two,” he said and watched Donna stroll away to the back before he said after her, all the while keeping his attention on the lady who didn’t take her eyes off him. “And pick something crazy expensive, Cheryl Declan Xiu will have to compensate accordingly for wasting my time.”