Go through with the sentence, but it doesn't go as planned

Clad in her sexy white dress, Vanessa strided her way through the double doors. Inside was a corridor full of seats on both sides, and a reception desk at the very end. Childish patterns were painted all over the walls, showcasing a Stork bird delivering babies in various different cartoon style scenarios. Vanessa gave an incredibly loud sigh, before continuing to stride towards the reception desk keeping her head high.

Vanessa was too proud and obnoxious to notice a mother and a daughter standing towards the right side of the wall. The mother was sorting something out inside her pushchair, which didn't have an occupant. The girl was playing around with a toy, running around in circles and lost within her imagination. Vanessa paid no attention to these two, strutting past the mother without a single glance. Suddenly, the little girl diverted from running in circles and instead ran straight across infront of Vanessa. This caused the rich woman to stumble into the girl, knocking her onto the floor. Vanessa then accidentally stepped on the girl's hand with her right high heel.

Vanessa wasn't even shocked, looking at the girl in disgust. The mother, on the other hand, was fuming and stormed over to her daughter. The girl was screaming and crying, which caused Vanessa to continue her stride towards the reception desk. "Sweetie what happened?" The mother asked her daughter, kneeling down to cradle her. "That big meanie pushed and stepped on me!" The girl whined, pointing at Vanessa. The mother looked up at Vanessa, watching as she swayed her ass defiantly away from the scene.

"Hey! Ma'am! You better apologise for what you've done to my daughter!" The mother yelled out to Vanessa. Vanessa stopped walking and turned to face the mother, pulling her sunglasses slightly below her eyes to act disgusted. "For what? Stupid little shit got in my way, nobody gets in my way and escapes free of charge." Vanessa rudely sniped back, raising her sunglasses back over her eyes about to walk off. The mother was beyond fuming now, how could this woman be so rude? She thought.

The mother stormed over to Vanessa, right up to her face. "You better goddamn apologise now before things get ugly, which I don't wanna have to do infront of my child!" The mother yelled at Vanessa. "Ok, bitch, first things first, take your fat lower class body away from my upper class perfection, and secondly, just fucking let it go!" Vanessa regarded horribly. The mother wanted to scream, this woman needs to be taught multiple valuable lessons she thought. She was about to punch Vanessa in the face when an idea popped inside her head, she remembered they were standing in an adoption center.

"Right, that's it, I've had enough of your horrible behaviour young lady" Without warning, the mother suddenly grabbed Vanessa by the ear and marched over to the reception desk. "Owww, what the fuck are you doing?!" Vanessa cried, but to no avail as she was dragged to the reception desk. The lady behind the desk looked to be about 25, with long blonde hair. She had paid the commotion between the two women no notice until Vanessa was dragged over to her desk.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked politely. "Yes, this woman has been incredibly rude and needs an attitude changing." The mother explained, still holding Vanessa's ear. "Umm I'm not really sure what you mean ma'am." The receptionist was confused, looking at Vanessa's struggles. "I mean I wish for something to be done about her! She is a horrible woman and needs legal action!" The mother responded angrily, getting more and more frustrated by the second. "Don't fucking listen to this psycho! I am Vanessa Sinclair and demand to be released immediately!" Vanessa yelled, shaking her head vigorously to try and breal free from the mother's grip.

The receptionist took another glance at Vanessa, almost as if a lightbulb appeared above her head. "Wait a minute, you're the one I've been informed about!" The receptionist announced, flicking through a book which appeared to be a diary. "Yeah! Vanessa Sinclair will be reporting to us to serve a legal sentence! Ma'am it looks like legal action has already been taken!" The receptionist explained, reading off her diary. "No no no that's incorrect!" Vanessa tried complaining. "So what exactly are you implying?" The mother asked, a very curious expression forming on her face.

The receptionist suddenly picked up her telephone, dialing a number. "Just bare with me and I'll have your answer." She told the mother and turned away. Neither Vanessa or the mother could hear what the she was saying, but the receptionist kept nodding her head whilst looking at Vanessa occasionally. After a couple of minutes she hung up the phone and walked back over to the desk. "Ma'am, are you interested in adopting this little girl?" She asked, pointing directly at Vanessa.