So I declined Brandi's invitation for a certain class that I have already graduated in. . .
I saw that the evening commenced, with playfulness. Brandi made her attempt to entertain and infiltrate a group of women with maybe too many dynamics to really enjoy what should have been a simple evening.
It became the night of fruition, where all the pent up feelings whirling inside Taylor's head were magnified -- I believe by the pressure, alcohol, and feelings of anger towards Camille.