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

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

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

designer, while you're a trashy model.” She pointed at Natalie, then at Sally. “So both

of Natalie, Joyce, and

were looking at Hannah like she

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

that. Otherwise, she wouldn't say something

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

silent, a chuckle escaped

her shades and revealed a

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

right?” Sally sneered. “Sorry to burst your 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 designer

Natalie's shoulder

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