Audrey's POV
The minions erupted in cackling laughter. It was a harsh, ugly sound that bounced off the place.
Silvia shook her head, a mock-sad smile on her lips. "Audrey, don't dig a pit for yourself you can't climb out of. Where would you possibly get that kind of money?"
Minion One, wiping a tear, sneered. "Maybe she's planning to sell a kidney! Though I doubt anyone would want it."
"Or maybe she thinks her 'stepbrothers' will swoop in and save her," Minion Two giggled. "Like knights in shining armor for their trashy Cinderella!"
"More like knights fleeing from a bad smell," Minion Three finished, her nose wrinkled.
I waited for their laughter to die down, my expression serene. "Are you quite finished?" I asked, my voice mild. "If you're done insulting someone who clearly has more class in her stained shirt than you have in your entire wardrobe—and yes, I can see the tags still on that dress, sweetheart, returning it after the party?—then perhaps we can start shopping."
