The problem was, Natalie had no idea where Susan took Warren.

“Alright, got it. Thanks,” said Natalie while grinning appreciatively at the receptionist. After that, Natalie left via the front door.

She had just gotten out when she heard someone calling out for her.

“Natalie, is that you?”

The lady’s voice carried a hint of excitement and glee, so Natalie turned around curiously.

She saw that a bus was parked a short distance away, and standing beside it were a few ladies with sexy curves. They were all wearing fashionable outfits.

Natalie could tell that those ladies were models. The television station probably hired them to do a show or something.

The model standing in the middle was the one who was staring gleefully at Natalie. She’s probably the one who called me.

Natalie tilted her head and scanned the other party for a while. She was certain that she didn’t know the model, so Natalie asked politely, “Sorry, but who are you?”

“It’s me, Sally!” said the model while having her palm on her chest, “Sally Oswald.”

 

bulged in surprise when she heard that name. “Sally?”

in college. Like Hannah and Natalie, Sally was also studying in

 

four ladies that Natalie shared the room with, she and Sally were the closest. They spent almost every second together during the year they studied

replied Sally

out to hold Sally’s hand before commenting, “Oh my gosh, it’s really you! Look at you. You’ve changed so much, and you’ve gotten much taller. I didn’t even

before she reached out for Natalie as well and added, “That’s enough talking about

in embarrassment after being complimented. She grinned politely and asked, “Are you

she nodded, “Being a model is

Congratulations,” said Natalie, who was

asked, “What about you?

replied Natalie with

hugged Natalie and promised, “I will definitely wear your designs

was about to reply when another lady spoke up. The stranger’s voice was filled with distaste when she pointed out, “She is nothing but an unknown costume designer. How can her clothes ever make

frowned simultaneously upon

her attention in the direction of the bus. The former glared at the woman standing by the bus before growling fiercely, “Shut up, Hannah. No one wants

Am I wrong, though? She, Natalie Smith, is nothing but an unknown amateur designer.

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