"I just don't understand, Tori! I don't get why he would want to be with that…that ugly BITCH, when he could be with me!" Stephanie whined as she paced her hotel room.
Tori blew on her nails as she lounged on the bed, letting the red nail polish dry. "Just give him time. He'll eventually come around. I saw that skank yesterday…totally ugly. I don't get what he sees in her, to be honest. She has major plain Jane looks, and to be honest the girl could stand to lose a few pounds. There's not much competition here, babe. Keep on wriggling your way into his heart, and eventually it will be yours."
"But I'm tired of waiting!" Stephanie groaned, flopping down on the bed. "And how can you say she's no competition? She's his fiancée, for fuck sake! I'd say that's the toughest type of competition of go up against."
"Yeah, but with you being here all the time, and with your looks…there's no way he can resist you for long."
Stephanie looked over at Tori, who was now working on her toenails. "You think so?"
"Yeah, totally. We just need to come up with some plan to misguide Mark, and make him think that his precious fiancée isn't so perfect. By the time he sees it was all a big misunderstanding, it'll be too late. By then, you'll have him wrapped around your little finger."
This made Stephanie grin wickedly. "I love the way you think, Tori," she commented.
Tori grinned back. Moving onto her other foot, she proceeded to tell Stephanie the little plan she had thought up.