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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."

at least the photographer thinks I'm worth a shot.

hissed, glaring daggers at Effie, as if she might claw her apart at any

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

tongue. She couldn't shake the feeling the photographer was playing favorites—maybe Effie

just wait. As soon as Effie made a fool of herself, Isabel would be the first

Annabel

Lyman—she'd figured Isabel was

then was

behind her, edged with irritation. "And you think your taste now

see Fenton, brow furrowed, glaring at

do you have nothing better to do

might want to see what you've done this

snatched the phone, frowning as she looked at the screen.

"Don't tell me

obviously. Why would I need to fake it? What I want to know