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.

frowned slightly, but decided

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

national competition. It's one of

hand, as 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

Natalie, Joyce, and

looking at Hannah like she was

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

there's no doubt about that. Otherwise, she wouldn't say something so

glance. “You should pay the doctor a visit if you have a condition instead of

a chuckle escaped

latter took off her shades and revealed a face that was contorted with

we're going but you went ahead to make idiotic assumptions. What are

your bubble, Hannah, but not only do we know what competition you're talking about, but we're also participating in

Natalie's shoulder and smiled

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