The Keeper looked between the two girls, unknowning in what to do. He could make a big expense from this situation if he gave into the Delacroix but the other girl had such pleading eyes and soft words. His mind for money and heart of gold were torn and unsure of just which side to take in the matter.

Contessa, on the other hand, she knew exactly where she wanted the man to be and that was at her side and taking her money for that dress. She wouldn't be able to stand it if that little mudblood had taken the dress from her, regardless of how much she may have wanted it more. She was a Delacroix and a pureblood at that! Injustice would be done if that dress was not in her hands in the next few minutes.

"Surely, Sir, you see where the better deal," Contessa started only to be cut off by the man's hand that was held up and out at her. She drew back in horror, glaring at him with her jaw clenched. Dare he to try and silence her!

"Miss, it seems as though you'd really like this dress after all" he said with a nod of his head. "How about we take you into the back to fit you for it before you pay for this, hmm?"

She stared in utter shock and horror between the two, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. She glared hard and coldly at the girl as she swatted at the Keeper to back away from Gibson so she could lean in close to her. Contessa sneered at her as her narrowed eyes met hers, a scowl forever marking her face for that matter.

"You silly little mudblood" she hissed in a harsh whisper "Don't you ever come near my presence, especially if you are in that dress otherwise horrible, and I mean horrible, things will come your way." Contessa quickly turned away, heading towards the exit of the shop.



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