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“This place is a dream,” Brigitte said, finishing her fourth flute of Champagne since Chyna had ventured into their midst.
“It’s an opera house,” Chyna said nonchalantly.
“I’m not an i***t!” Brigitte cried. “Stop treating me like one. Stupid American.” The last bit was muttered under her breath.
“She didn’t have to say you were an i***t, Bridge,” Ravenna responded cattily.
Even though the woman was bitchy, she still stuck up for Chyna. Chyna wasn’t sure why, but it had always been that way. If anyone else stepped out of line, Ravenna was certain to bite their head off without a second thought. She was a vicious opponent who didn’t back down, and it didn’t take much with many of the twits that circulated the modeling community.
“Don’t start with me, Ravenna.” Brigitte scowl
