Darla was just DESPERATE to buy the shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Oh my gawd, shoes. These shoes cost $300 dollars. These shoes cost $300 dollars. These shoes cost $300 dollars... let's buy 'em. Why must she be obsessed with shoes along with make-up and other girly frilly things? UGHHH. It was like an addiction. She just couldn't stop buying stuff, but she had laik some sort of an uber godly unlimited money so what did sheee have to worry about? Pfft she was a spoiled woman, and the one spoiling her was herself.

"Not...selling...it?" She opened her mouth in surprise. WAT?! Darla was even OFFERING the woman some money and no shoes?! UGH. "Fine, I'll try them on, hun."

And she snatched the shoes away from the woman to fit them on. She took off her own shoes and tried to slip her own feet in the preeetty shoes. "Nice," she grunted as she tried to put more effort in putting on the shoes, "to meet you Abigail." It wouldn't fit, the girl's feet was totally tiny. "Hmmm maybe a little Engorgio spell would make this problem gone?" But it wasn't her shoes though. UGH.

"Just---just take it away from me."

Shoes that didn't fit SUCKEDDDD. She looked at the other girl and tried her best to maintain her control. "Apparation, huh? I think I do have seen you before. Because well, you're a bit tiny, hun." Was that really controlling herself? Ooooh. Mean Darla.