Speech!

Vanessa moved up to the stage, staggering up the stairs. The crowd went quiet, knowing a speech from the host was standard at these affairs. Lauren and Megan were growing eager watching as Vanessa was now sweating bullets, working on her fourth glass of champagne. The **** and the **** was obviously having a shared effect.

"Thank you everyone for being here," Vanessa began. "I'm so glad you could see how good I look in my dress."

Vanessa felt fuzzy and distant. What had she said? She was losing control.

The crowd murmured at that selfish remark.

"I don't really care about charity," Vanessa went on, a small voice in her head pleading for her to stop but being ignored. "I just care about money, being hot and outclassing my sister." She smiled sleepily. There were now some outcries from the crowd.

"Yes, whatever you old jerks!" Vanessa laughed. "I'm young, I'm hot and I'm perfect! I don't have to be nice!"

"Someone get her off the stage!"

"She must be drunk."

Just then, Megan and Lauren's other plan came into effect. The wax thread seam fell apart, and Vanessa's dress fell apart. As she looked down, confused, her dress fell to tatters around her feet!