"So?" Mia prodded the young girl when she didn't speak.
The little girl had the audacity to look her in the eye and question, "So what?"
However, even though Amy was as rude as she could have been towards her, Mia was rather calm. She smiled at the young woman and patiently rephrased her question, "What did this young lady steal from you?" She paused and asked, "Is my question too hard to answer? Is it because there was no such instance as theft—"
Maybe it was because of Mia's words, which were tantamount to calling her a liar; Amy's face flushed red in shame. She raised her voice and interrupted Mia before saying in a cold voice, "When did I say that there was no such thing? I saw her. She was holding my hair clip in her hands. She must have stolen it; the last time I saw her staring at my clip was because she liked it."
