"I know you must be very busy. I didn't want to disturb you," Anabel replied.
"I wasn't complaining. I planned to welcome you in a special way. Anyway, no problem; we still have other things to do. Thank you for honoring my invitation. I'm so happy to have you here."
Daniella snorted, "Why are you giving her special treatment as if she's anything special? You must have mistaken her for someone else. Anabel is a country bumpkin, a common janitor. She should be thrown out. She's not worthy of attending this party."
"What? Do you know who you are talking to?" Miss Michelle turned to Anabel. "What is she talking about?"
"Don't mind her," Anabel replied, and Miss Michelle stared at Daniella, trying to recognize her, but she couldn't.
"Who are you, and what are you even doing here?" Daniella smiled and extended her hand for a handshake. "My name is Daniella. I'm among the guests."
Miss Michelle ignored her handshake. "I didn't remember inviting you. I don't even know who you are. This is a special and private party for a specific set of people. I didn't remember inviting you. How did you sneak in? Please leave here immediately."
"I came with my...my boyfriend...sorry, my fiancée."
Miss Michele got angry, and her voice rose. "And so? Were you invited? Leave here now. I don't want to repeat myself. How can you come where you are not invited? Who the hell allowed you?"
"Miss Michelle. She's my fiancée, and I have the invitation card. So I thought it would be nice to come with her. I apologize if this will cause any inconvenience." Desmond tried to calm her down.
"I don't have any problem with you, Mr. Desmond. I know you. But this lady here... I don't know her, and I will appreciate it if she leaves the premises now. She's still an uninvited guest even though she came with you."
"Why? Desmond is my fiancé, and we will be getting married soon. I'm carrying his baby as well. Why will you order me to leave?"
"Getting married to you? Mr. Desmond? He's out of your league. How do you think he will marry you?"
"Miss. Michelle. How can you say that?" Desmond spoke up.
"Mr. Desmond, you can stay. I don't have any problem with you. I can't bear to look at your partner's dress. I would have considered and left her to stay, but her dressing will rub stains on my reputation." She stared down at Daniella's dress again. "Your dress is incompatible with my party. Look around; no one is wearing cheap clothes like yours. Mr. Desmond didn't even bother to get you a nice dress."
"I bought this gown for three thousand dollars."
"You are not even ashamed of calling the amount you bought your dress. Your fiancée is wearing a cloth worth eighty thousand dollars, one of my top brands, and you are wearing a three thousand dollar gown. Doesn't that speak enough?"
"Miss. Michelle. You are going too far. She's still my fiancée." Desmond defended.
"Your so-called fiancé insulted my special guest, which warrants throwing both of you out. I have already shown leniency by excluding you. I want her out." Miss Michelle insists.