"Madam…" The makeup artist rushed to her side, hastily draping a scarf around her shoulders.
Susan, visibly shaken, struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. "What the hell? Such a terrible wardrobe malfunction! I have never encountered such an incident. Someone, help her and take her to the changing room," she yelled.
Esme, finally snapping out of her daze, dashed over to Ruby's side, her heart aching at the sight of her tear-streaked face. She couldn't keep her tears at bay. "Ruby, please get up." Her voice trembled as she spoke. She held her arms in an attempt to pull her up.
But to Esme's surprise, Ruby recoiled at her touch, her eyes blazing with hostility as she pushed her away. "Get off of me. I don't need your help." Her makeup was smeared, making her look devastated. "It's all your doings. You did something with the dress. You wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone. You are taking revenge on me," she sniveled.