You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

At this moment, Martha was actually standing under the booth.

She was wearing the latest Dior red dress of her own, looking at Joyce, who was on the stand at the moment. Her entire face was distorted, full of embarrassment, and the flame of jealousy almost burned her out. Obviously, she should be the one standing on the stand, enjoying everyone's envy and jealousy. Obviously, it was a custom-made dress for her, but at the moment it was on Joyce.

It's her own fault that she didn't bother to open the email for the day they had sent her, and she insisted on wearing the clothes she brought without even giving a glance at the custom-made dress. It was also her own fault that she looked down upon everyone in the dressing room and turned off her cell phone on purpose so that they could not find her. The idea was that she would make a grand show up when they were at their wits’ end.

Who knew they would let Joyce replace her.

Since she was a child, she had been in the limelight, and her parents had raised her with everything they had, and whatever she wanted, they would immediately deliver to her. The fact that there was nothing she could not get except for Luther was exactly why she was relentlessly pestering him.

Martha was really angry at this moment.

She felt suffocating.

never thought that even a top model as she was would be replaced by someone else one day. Feeling that the stage was taken away from her, feeling that she was no longer important, she seemed to be overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss welling up in her heart. Her hatred for Joyce

the booth, in a fiery red floor-length gown, like a

sprinted up to

the camera as she held out a hand

waved a hand at her and shouted, "Miss Joyce, please look

flashing red dot next to the camera, and her fiery lips blossomed with a

However, the next moment.

was then pulled into

almost violent voice exploded

are you doing

eye. Her eardrums felt like they were

a hard

was she who crossed the line. She bit her lips tightly and did not make a sound. After a while, she sneaked a glance at him, his face iron blue, anger unconcealed, black eyes burning fire as if