"Trash will always be trash!" Juliette chuckled along with her and gasped frightfully in the next moment, the second the door of one of the restrooms pushed open. Magdalene clutched her heart and they turned, the edge of their eyes glimpsing Stella through the mirror.
A smile and Stella closed the door to walk to the sink. She turned on the tap, washed her hands and proceeded to leave without saying a word to them, but the two stepped in her way, blocking her from taking any further steps.
Her eyes narrowed hatefully on them and she breathed. "Get out of my way."
They smirked down at her. "No," Juliette said. "You really have the guts you know, walking in there as if you're some kind of princess and looking down on us. Who do you think you are? Sold bitch!"
Stella's hands balled into fists. "Get out of my way. Do not make me repeat myself again."