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

on the other 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

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

corners of Natalie, Joyce, and Sally's

were looking at Hannah like she was

Is she cuckoo or something?” Joyce made a

doubt about that. Otherwise, she wouldn't say

then shot Hannah a contemptuous glance. “You should pay the doctor a visit if you have a condition instead of embarrassing

Natalie remained silent, a chuckle escaped her

make Hannah feel insulted. The latter took off her shades and revealed a face that was contorted with anger. “How

but you went ahead to

bubble, Hannah, but not only do we know what competition 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

arm over Natalie's shoulder and smiled tauntingly

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