Dawnia simply could not believe that Shayla had the gall to show up to the raid in that dress. First, that bottle-blonde piece of jailbait ran off with her husband, who apparently decided that a man of his stature in Silvermoon couldn't be seen with anyone more than a hundred and twenty years old. And now she was wearing one of Dawnia's own dresses to a social occasion? How dare she! Dawnia consoled herself that she would have the last laugh when her philandering husband gave the little tramp Corrupted Blood.