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

and countered, “What does where we're going have to do

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

a trashy model.”

Natalie, Joyce, and Sally's mouths twitched

were looking at Hannah like she was the

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

doubt about that.

Hannah a contemptuous glance. “You should pay the doctor a visit if you have a condition

silent, a

off her shades and revealed a face that was contorted with

but you went ahead to make idiotic

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

Natalie's shoulder and smiled tauntingly at

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