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Mariah's POV
"Aww, now don't be like that, Jennifer."
"Bitch, my name ain't Jennifer!" Madonna waved her off and walked over,
"Cry me a river. How are you two ladies?" Whitney crossed her arms and scoffed,
"We were good before you came along." Madonna smiled,
"Save the attitude for the cameras, Whitley." My eyes slightly widened. This woman was trying to die.
"Did this shedevil just call me Whitley?" She turned to me,
"Ahh, Mariah, is it?" I chuckled,
"Yes. And your name?" She arched her eyebrow,
"It's Madonna. Of course, I didn't expect you to know that. The ghetto doesn't typically have cable." I froze for a second to collect my thoughts. Did she just call me out of my name? Did she just insinuate that I came from the ghetto?
She started walking off as Janet lunged for her. Whitney held her back and whispered,
"Calm and collected, Jan. Calm and collected!" Janet glared at Madonna,
"I'll calmly collect her ass! Let me go!" I nodded,
"Let her go, Whit. I wanna see Janet knock the white privilege out of her ass." Madonna snickered,
