Madeline's face flushed as Eleanor finished her whisper, her expression shifting from curiosity to shock to disgust. "That shameless woman…" she hissed, her voice low, furious.
She suddenly turned to Eleanor, her eyes narrowing, suspicious. "You… Brittany didn't give you any gift…" Her tone was accusatory, demanding.
Eleanor hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "She… she gave it to everyone…" she mumbled, her voice uncertain.
"I still have it… I haven't opened it yet…" She paused, her eyes flickering to Madeline, gauging her reaction. "Do you need it…?"
Madeline's expression darkened, her voice sharp, disgusted, as if the very idea of the dildo was beneath her. "Who would need that kind of stuff?" she snapped, her hand waving dismissively, as if she could swat the conversation away like a fly.
