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kayquilz 
Yay. She could tell Presley liked them. "Yeah...hand crafted. I ordered them like a month ago..." yep. From a little boutique in France...the one frequented by the Morganzos and her mother. Presley was probably actually familiar with it, since it was French.
She listened to Presley. And frowned. What was she saying..."So you're going to let them win?" she asked, suddenly standing up, crossing her arms. She glared at Presley...her blue eyes boring deeply into the girl...with something just below a boil...
Something inside Elliot stirred. Some sort of...anger...not at Presley, though. And Elliot couldn't quite place it.
Presley shook her head.
"Of course not. I don't intend to go back until he apologizes. But I don't want to inconvenience your family. Especially since I get the feeling your parents don't care for me much." Really. This was not letting them win. She would hold out for an apology. But she didn't really want Mr. Morganzo to hate her even more. She knew that if he wanted to, he could make her life miserable and destroy her social standing. Why give him the opportunity?