Janetta’s bedroom is on the second floor. She stops crying as soon as a maid gives her the news that she can wear a gown to the party, but her face is tear-streaked and swollen. Vanessa looks righteously angry on her sister’s behalf. She opens Janetta’s closet and selects a light yellow evening dress.
“I think that cow did it on purpose,” Vanessa says, “She knew that Lance would fly into a rage. She should’ve told you before giving you the dress. She must have withheld information on purpose so Lance would get mad at you. I wouldn’t trust her if I were you. Just because Lance has changed his mind doesn’t mean she’s not trying to make things worse.”
“That b***h is deliberate,” Janetta hisses, “Lance said I was beautiful one moment before, but then, I swear his look changed upon seeing the
