Daniella showed up but Stacey was ready for her

Anabel nodded, maintaining her composure. "Yes, I'm sure. Can you please bring it out for me?"

The salesgirl hesitated again. She was clearly doubting Anabel's ability to afford the dress. "This dress is the most expensive one in the store. Maybe you should look at something more affordable. That is if you can even afford any dress here. I'm sorry, but this place is not for people like you."

"What do you mean? Get me what I want." Anabel stated.

The salesgirl crossed her arms, refusing to get the key. "I don't think you understand me. This dress is meant for high-end clients. For billionaires. You can't afford it."

At that moment, Stacey, who had been browsing nearby, noticed the exchange and walked over. She could see the dismissive attitude of the salesgirl. "What is going on here?" Stacey asked.

The salesgirl glanced at Stacey, then back at Anabel. "Your friend here wants to try on our most expensive dress. So I'm trying to make her understand that she can't afford it. I don't want to waste my time."

"You don't know anything about your customer. How will you just assume she can't afford it? Attend to her now." Stacey spoke up in anger.

The salesgirl looked taken aback by Stacey's confrontation, but she didn't back down. "I'm just trying to save her from embarrassment," she said in defense.

Stacey shook her head. "No, you are making assumptions based on appearances. Anabel deserves some respect in this store. Now go and get the dress."

"It's not about appearance." The salesgirl spoke up. "Your friend is a janitor in Orton's group. Her lifetime salary cannot afford the clothes. She should forget about the clothes."

Stacey looked at Anabel questioningly. "What is she saying?"

"I will explain later." Anabel replied.

"See," Stacey turned to the salesgirl. "Forgot about that. She's no longer working as a janitor. Just get the key. She will pay for it. No matter the amount."

"Okay, wait for me." The salesgirl left and came back with a key.

Just as the salesgirl unlocked the glass, Daniella showed up. She strutted into the store, and her eyes immediately landed on the dress. She noticed that Anabel was standing there and smiled. She liked the dress and was ready to push Anabel aside and get it.

"Oh, I need that dress," Daniella declared as she approached the salesgirl. "It will be perfect for the gala next weekend."

The salesgirl, recognizing Daniella as a high-profile customer, quickly nodded. "Of course, Ms. Daniella. Though it's quite expensive, far more than what you buy."

"It doesn't matter. I want it."

"Alright, I will get it for you right away." The salesgirl replied.

"Excuse me." Anabel spoke up. "I thought you wanted to get the dress for me. Why are you doing this? I was here first. I already asked for that dress."

Daniella turned to Anabel. "Oh, it's you. Anabel." Daniella said, talking as if she hadn't seen her before. "Why are you complaining when you can't afford it?"

"Hey, Daniella. I don't want to exchange words with you. You can choose any other clothes. I asked for it first. Stop asking as if you are entitled to get anything you want. This is not Desmond's house. It's only fair that I get to try it on."

"Fair? Life is not even fair, Anabel." Daniella let out a mocking laugh. "Besides, you wouldn't even know what to do with a dress like this. It's meant for someone with class and sophistication. And that person is me."

Stacey couldn't take it and spoke up. "That's enough, Daniella. Anabel has every right to have that dress. And for your information, she's not what you think she is. You can't just waltz in here and take whatever you want."

Daniella raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Oh, really? And what is she, then? If not an object of desire for rich men."

"That's what you assume. Anabel is a strong, independent woman who deserves respect. Unlike you, who only knows how to belittle others and snatch husbands."

Daniella's smirk faded and was replaced by a look of cold fury. "Talk to me with some respect, girl. We are not in the same league. Desmond chose me because I'm the best for him. I'm beautiful, successful, and fruitful. Unlike your barren friend."

"Watch your mouth." Stacey warned. "My friend is not barren."