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

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

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. I bet you're jealous, huh?” Hannah stifled a smug smile behind

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 mouths

at

is a model from your batch, right? Is she cuckoo or something?”

about that. Otherwise, she wouldn't say something

should pay the doctor a

Natalie remained silent, a

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

“You don't even know where we're going but you

know what competition you're talking about, but we're also participating in it. Like you, I was also invited to be their

arm over Natalie's shoulder and smiled tauntingly at

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