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.

but decided

got to her feet and countered, “What does where we're going have to

the other hand, am participating in a national competition. It's one of

though recalling something. “Oh, look at my terrible memory. I almost forgot that you're only a nameless designer, while you're a trashy model.” She pointed at Natalie, then at Sally. “So both of you have probably never heard about this competition. I bet you have no idea what I

and Sally's mouths twitched

at Hannah

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

that. Otherwise, she wouldn't

pay the doctor a visit

remained silent, a chuckle

The latter took off her shades and

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

you're talking about, but we're also participating in it. Like you, I was also invited to be their model. And Nat

over Natalie's shoulder

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