She then sneered, "Country bumpkin, don't embarrass me today."
She clung tightly to Danielle's arm, flicked her hair, and raised her chin.
At that moment, she felt as if she was truly one of the upper-class ladies like Danielle.
But ladies from distinguished families learned various manners from a young age and always maintained good posture.
Talia, however, hunched over, with bulging excess flesh squeezed into an ill-fitting dress.
With bright makeup, she didn't notice that she looked like a clown to those around her, and she seemed to enjoy the attention.
We entered a high-end shoe store.
Talia lounged pretentiously on the sofa, ordering me to serve her.
I lowered my head, silently accepting the task, knowing that to bring someone down, you must first elevate them.
"Ouch, you're hurting me," Talia said, kicking the sales assistant who was kneeling to help her try on shoes.
I watched from behind.
The assistant was handling the shoes very gently, and they were made of soft lambskin, so there was no way they could hurt her.
Perhaps the young girl was new to the job, so blushed and trembled as she apologized to Talia.
"Stop pretending! Are you trying to act like I'm bullying you?"