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?"

are the shining star, the company's ambassador.

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 ambassador represent the company for this event.

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