Sadie watched as Holden strolled away without a single glance her way.

She shouted after him, but he kept on walking.

Feeling a rush of helplessness, Sadie stomped the floor in annoyance.

Even with all his gestures, like getting her a wedding dress or lavishing her with gifts, Sadie knew the truth. Holden's affection wasn't for her but for Adele.

She wasn't just after his gifts or his endorsements. She yearned for Holden to be truly present at their wedding, to genuinely want it.

Right then, Shawn appeared with Adele in his arms. He looked around, noticed Holden's absence, and said, "Miss Pierre, have you seen Mr. Fredrick?"

Clearly not in the mood for questions, Sadie shot back, "Do you even keep track of your boss? Go find him!"

She then took Adele from him, her face all storms and thunder.

Shawn, a little thrown by her outburst, could only scratch his head.

He didn't ask more and went in search of Holden.

Watching Shawn's retreating figure, Sadie felt her anger boiling over.

She snapped at the folks in the dressing room, “Why are you all still here? Shoo! I need peace and quiet."

Everyone exchanged a “what just happened" look and swiftly exited. It was just Sadie and Adele left in the room.

Sadie sat there, a volcano about to erupt, while Adele hung back, sensing the danger. All that rage inside Sadie? It used to be taken out on Adele, and today was no different.

With a frosty stare, she instructed Adele, "Go. Lean against that wall and do a handstand."

Adele hesitated, which seemed to be the wrong move because Sadie's eyes flashed in anger. Rising from her seat, she approached the young girl, who, sensing the imminent threat, shuffled to the wall and tried the handstand.

Sinking back into her chair, Sadie remarked, "Don't stop until I say so."

But kids could only hold out for so long. After what felt like forever but was probably only minutes, Adele's face was a bright shade of red. Out of breath, she whispered a desperate plea, saying, “Mom, please."

Sadie barely glanced Adele's way, instead choosing to admire her nails. Grinning with a hint of cruelty, she teased, “What was that?

You'll need to raise your voice."