No, you don't believe Mimi

A vapid girl like this create a wedding gown on her own? You weren't born yesterday.

Folding your arms across your chest, you throw your head back and give your finest scornful laugh. "You? No, sorry, sweetie. I think you look absolutely banging in it. But there's no way you made this thing."

"Y- you!" Mimi is stabbing a gloved finger at you, her face is going nuclear fire red. "You have some nerve!" She stamps her foot so hard you think she is going to break a hole in the floor.

"I'll have you know I DID make this dress," Mimi's voice is softer, but unquestionably bitter. "I worked really hard on it, too..."

You stammer and aren't sure what to say. You really thought... well, it doesn't matter what you thought, does it? What matters is Mimi thinks really poorly of you, and she's likely to reinforce that to whomever she meets...

"Aren't you leaving?" Mimi asks indignantly.