Sallie's POV
"Sallie, I know you don't like me, but how could you destroy the gift I was going to give to Elana?" Jill's voice rang out deliberately, ensuring every guest within earshot could hear her accusation.
Her dramatic outburst immediately drew attention from the crowd, including Elana—the woman celebrating her birthday.
Elana approached us, trailed by curious onlookers eager for drama.
Jill and I faced each other—my expression blank while hers radiated wounded innocence, her eyes rimmed red with manufactured tears. She clutched an opened box filled with scattered jewelry pieces.
To every observer, the scene painted me as the aggressor tormenting poor Jill.
Despite the commotion disrupting her celebration, Elana remained composed. "What's happening here?" she asked evenly.
