Sally said while playing with her phone, “Relax. Mr. Shane is probably on his way here.”

“I'm just worried he'd be late and Nat won't even get to see him for the last time,” Joyce snapped back.

Sally almost choked when she heard that. “For the last time? Are you cursing Mr. Shane or Nat?”

Only then did Joyce realize her mistake. Smacking her forehead, she bemoaned, “What's wrong with me? Sorry, Nat. D*mn my mouth!”

“It's fine.” Natalie shook her head with a chuckle. “Let's just wait. Sal is right. He's probably on the way here.”

Joyce shrugged and stopped talking after that.

Suddenly, an annoying high-pitched voice reached their ears. “Why, if it isn't Sally and Natalie? Fancy meeting you both here. Where are you heading off to?”

Hannah sashayed over in a pair of shades and high heels.

slightly, but decided to ignore

hand, got to her feet and countered, “What

on your standards, I doubt you're going anywhere impressive. I, on the other hand, am participating in a national competition. It's one of the top events in the fashion design industry.

you're a trashy model.” She pointed at Natalie, then at Sally. “So both of you have probably

Joyce, and Sally's mouths twitched

at Hannah like she

from your batch, right? Is she cuckoo or something?” Joyce made a circular motion beside

“Yeah, there's no doubt about that. Otherwise, she wouldn't say something so

pay the

silent, a chuckle escaped

off her shades and revealed a face that was contorted with anger. “How

Joyce shrugged. “You don't even know where we're going but you went ahead to make

burst your bubble, Hannah, but not only do we know what competition you're talking about, but we're also

over Natalie's shoulder

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