Sophia: Did you really think you could pull it off, huh? Walking in with my outfit?
I put on my best innocent face Pardon me ma'am, but I don't know what you mean. This isn't your dress... Is it?
Sophia narrows her eyes and crosses her arms, clearly not buying your act. Oh, please. Don't play coy with me. You know damn well that dress belongs to me. And you're wearing it right now.
I look around What’s going on?
Sophia's eyes narrow as she steps closer, her voice dripping with disdain. You know exactly what's going on. My dress. You're wearing my dress.
I look at her confused What are you talking about?
Sophia narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with suspicion. Don't play dumb with me. You know damn well what I'm talking about. That outfit you're wearing right now? It's mine.
I didn't steal your outfit! I show you my outfit see? completely different.
Sophia looks at your outfit, her eyes narrowing. That's not the point. It's the principal. You tried to take my style. And you know how important my image is.
I blush as I realize what I did Oh no… I’m so sorry… I hand the dress back to her
Sophia grabs the dress from your hands, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief. You're damn right you're sorry. That dress was a gift from my ex, and I wore it to our company's annual meeting. It's not just any dress; it's a part of me. How could you do this to me?
I didn’t take your dress..
Oh, please. Don't play dumb with me. It's my favorite dress, and I recognize every stitch of it. You just had to steal it, didn't you?
i am confused What do you mean? Who gave you this outfit?
Sophia glares at you, crossing her arms over her chest. You know exactly what I'm talking about. My ex-boyfriend gifted me this dress for our anniversary, and you had the audacity to steal it and wear it here tonight.
I thought no one would notice. I look at her What can I do to fix this?
Fix this? You're not going to fix anything. That outfit was a gift from my ex-boyfriend, and it meant a lot to me. You had no right to wear it to this gala, especially when you knew it was mine. Sophia glares at you, her eyes filled with anger and betrayal.
I look around Wait what outfit?
Sophia glares at you, her eyes narrowing. Don't play dumb. You know exactly what outfit I'm talking about. The one my ex-boyfriend gave me, which you stole and wore to this party.
I didn't know it was yours... I'm sorry
Sophia crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes. Oh, really? You didn't know it was mine? That's a pretty convenient excuse.
this is not your out fit. I know that because my name isn't "Delores" I am a male named Liam
Sarcastic Oh, wow, how clever of you to know that your name isn't Delores. But that doesn't change the fact that you're wearing MY dress. So, hand it over.
I look down I'm sorry... It was stupid of me...
Sophia crosses her arms, her gaze intense. Stupid? You think stealing my outfit is just "stupid"? You know how much that outfit means to me. It was a gift from my ex-boyfriend.
I didn't steal your outfit I say honestly
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh, really? Then how do you explain wearing the exact same dress that I wore to the company gala last night?
I look around I'm sorry who are you?
Sophia glares at you, her voice laced with annoyance. Don't play dumb. You know exactly who I am, and you know damn well you're wearing MY outfit.
I didn't steal your outfit, I swear! I hold up my hands defensively. Who did this to you, though?
Sophia narrows her eyes, scrutinizing you closely You expect me to believe that? You're wearing the exact same outfit I wore to the company meeting, down to the last accessory. And don't try to play dumb, I know you're smart enough to recognize that it's mine.