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Isabel only meant to scare the photographer a little, but to her surprise, he didn't hesitate at all. "Sure," he replied.

She stared at him in disbelief, lips parting to protest, but he'd already shifted his attention to Effie.

"Miss, this is part of your company's work too, right? Why don't you give it a try?" the photographer said to her. “Who knows, maybe your boss will give you a raise for it."

Effie's mouth twitched. A raise? She could do without that.

What was meant as an offhand comment landed somewhere else entirely. Lyman, standing nearby, thought to himself, Well, it's not the worst idea.

Isabel shot Effie a cold, mocking smile. "If she can pull this off, I'll get down on my knees and beg her forgiveness in front of everyone."

Effie had been ready to refuse, but Isabel's taunt lit a competitive spark in her. She straightened and said, "Alright, since someone's so eager to kneel before me, I'd feel bad not to take the challenge."

"You-" Isabel was so furious she could barely breathe. Her voice was ice. "Don't flatter yourself, Effie. You're nothing."

least the photographer thinks I'm worth a shot.

exactly are you implying?!" Isabel hissed, glaring daggers at Effie, as if she might claw her apart at

exasperated. "Enough, both of you. Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough

playing favorites—maybe

a fool of herself,

Annabel

first tried to set Isabel up with Lyman—she'd figured Isabel was pretty

was terrible," Annabel

voice sounded behind her, edged with irritation. "And you think your taste now is so much

around to see Fenton, brow furrowed,

nothing better to do than

"You might want to see what you've done this time. People are

snatched the phone, frowning as she looked at the

his brows. "Don't tell me you're going to

eyes. "It's real, obviously. Why would I need to fake it? What I want to know is, was the photographer blind? Why did I come out