bianca.

There was only one negative to shopping at Juju's and it wasn't the prices. It was the occasional run-in with Bianca. Isadora knew her type all too well from her time in Atlanta. Girls like her ran the prestigious school she used to attend before she moved to Riverwood to be closer to her brother. "Hi. Oh my god, you look gorgeous in that dress. You can hardly tell you're bloating." She kept a forced smile, mocking that same insincere tone. The two could go at it like alley cats all night. "And," she turns around to face Bianca, "I'm not poor. I have money." She didn't. She had her brother's money. She applied for store credit in his name and procured a few of his membership cards so that she could party on the Eastside. When she eventually finds out he was fired from his job, then she'll be poor. "Oh, and babe, try not to get too many cum stains on it. They won't take it back after you're done making your rounds. But you look so glam! Love it."

“You think so? That’s so sweet,” Bianca gently smooths a hand across her stomach at Isadora’s comment, turning in the mirror to assess just how bloated she appears in the dress. Not too bad. Even on the worst days, she could still out do a number of these girls even at their best – including little Miss McKenna here. “Mhmm,” She hardly acknowledges Isa’s quip about having money. Bianca can’t quite put her finger on it, but like a shark to blood, she can sniff out a try hard from a mile away, someone desperate enough to fake their way into the world she’s lived in her entire life. And maybe that isn’t the case with Isadora, but Bianca’s never been wrong before. If she could actually be bothered to give the other girl a second thought, she’d get to the bottom of the mystery herself, but to think Isadora takes up any sort of space in Bianca’s mind? It gives Isadora more credit than she’s actually worth. “My god,” She laughs, turning to face her. There’s a small but undeniable pleasure in standing on a platform and having to physically look down on the blonde.  “I don’t know what kind of places you’re used to, but more couth, please. Have some decorum,” Bianca continues in her amusement. “Also, I don’t do returns. I buy what I like, and I keep it. I was never one of those girls who bought something, wore it once with the tag still on, and then returned it so they could get their money back, you know? But to each their own. I’m sure that’s more your thing, but it’s not mine. Thank you for your concern, though, even if it was a little tasteless.”