"I don't know what made you think you can wear this and come to my party. I am your freaking personal fashion designer, Alex! It hurts my eyes to even look at you right now. My fashion soul is dying."
How dramatic has Rebecca become just after marrying Joshua.
"I didn't get the time. I went for a shoot," Alexis shrugged.
"Work on vacation?"
"This is my personal shoot. I wanted to have some rough street shots for my exhibition."
"When is it?"
"Nothing's fixed," Alexis replied honestly.
"Okay, got it. Now take off those jeans and come here with me," Rebecca urged her inside her huge wardrobe closet.
Unfortunately no heels she owned suit her dress somehow.
"This is a disaster. Let's just change the dress," Rebecca suggested.
But as soon as she opened the cabinet where Rebecca's dresses were hung, Alexis impulsively closed it back.
"No, never."
"Why?"
"Either they are backless or with a split," Alexis looked pained.
"And why does it matter?" Rebecca couldn't understand.
