Now, if she said anything they'd attribute it to her being jealous just like Shantel has successfully manipulated the crowd to think. What a vicious, conniving bitch this Shantel was.
Just as she'd feared, the mood of the shoppers shifted again, and this time, it shifted hard.
Gasps still echoed faintly, but now they were laced with disbelief at her and not Shantel.
Shoppers who had moments ago been shouting for Shantel's removal, now exchanged confused and uncertain glances.
One of the older women near the counter leaned slightly toward another. "Wait. Who is this Richard?"
"Must be the one she's accusing Shantel of sleeping with—because she couldn't get him herself," whispered another with a raised brow.
Vanessa's eyes were now fixed on Shantel with barely comcealed fury. Her hands, once folded elegantly before her, were now clenched into fists at her sides.
And then the questions began.
"Is that true?" someone whispered.
