His gentle and elegant presence immediately silenced the chaos.
He looked around at the broken vases, torn fabrics, and the trembling males before turning his gaze to Sandra.
"What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice gentle and melodious.
Sandra's anger melted into frustration as she faced him. "These fools! They can't make a decent dress to save their lives. How am I supposed to win the beauty contest with their incompetence?"
Benjamin walked over to her, his expression unreadable. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, Sandra. Getting angry won't solve anything."
She looked up at him, her eyes frustrated. "I need to win, Benjamin. I have to."
He nodded slowly. "And you will. But not by tearing everyone apart. Let's come up with a plan."