You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce looked all the way around, and asked the makeup artist, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah." The makeup artist pointed to Joyce, “Yeah, just talking to you, aren't you a car model?"

“I'm not." Joyce waved her hands back and forth.

Juanita suddenly stepped forward at this point and pulled Joyce up from her seat with both hands and spun her around, her eyes glowing, "Joyce, you are taller and you are certainly a better fit than a model can ever be. You can help me."

Joyce laughed and pushed back, "You must be kidding. I've never done something like this before.”

"Please, as you can see, Martha won't compromise. And we can't change our plan. Please, please." Juanita made a pitiful face, folded her hands, bit her lower lip, and begged.

“It's not that I won't help you. I'm just afraid I can't do it. Models need professional training for their positioning and everything. And I know nothing about it. I just can’t do it." Joyce shook her head, "Moreover, I am an intern. It's not right for me to be a model. How can I represent the company's image? What if it brings you more trouble?"

member, suddenly reminded her, "Joyce, you are the shining

Why didn't I think of that?" Juanita's expression immediately became excited, "Good idea, we don't need a car model today! We just let the company

Joyce was in a difficult position. Juanita and she were of course good friends and of

holding a cell phone, said to Juanita, “What

once. Besides, there's no time at all to get to Martha, and it's going to be too late if we don't start the makeup." Juanita said

time." S~ᴇaʀᴄh

so Joyce was rushed to the makeup table to apply her makeup. Outside the entrance of the International Convention and

Martha didn't actually leave.

driven by her modeling team and was heavily

participate in the show today, and

to be anxious and wanted them all to come