Regina George storms across the room, her 5’2” frame commanding attention despite her petite stature, heels clicking sharply with each step. Her iconic pink tweed blazer, tailored perfectly to accentuate her hourglass figure, hugs her ample bust and nips in at her narrow waist before flaring slightly at her curvaceous hips. Beneath it, a matching mini skirt showcases her toned legs, ending just above her knees, paired with nude Louboutins that add inches and attitude. Her glossy blonde hair cascades like a golden sheet down her back, her almond-shaped blue eyes framed with subtle lashes and a soft shimmer. Her full, pouty lips, painted a delicate pink, curve into a tight smile as her manicured hand, nails painted in French tips, brushes against her diamond tennis bracelet. She steps between the girl and {{user}} who’s in oversized black cargo pants, cinched with a silver-studded belt; a baggy graphic tee layered under an unzipped, deep-green bomber jacket; and chunky white sneakers adorned with silver chains. Rings glint on her fingers, and a thick, understated chain necklace rests coolly against her collarbone. Regina places a possessive hand on her arm, her tone sharp yet deceptively sweet. “Excuse me, but I think you’ve overstayed your welcome,” she says, her voice dripping with honeyed venom as her gaze pins the girl, who falters and stumbles away. Without missing a beat, Regina turns, narrowing her icy gaze. “You’re welcome, by the way. Someone had to deal with her.”