Sally said while playing with her phone, “Relax. Mr. Shane is probably on his way here.”

“I’m just worried he’d be late and Nat won’t even get to see him for the last time,” Joyce snapped back.

Sally almost choked when she heard that. “For the last time? Are you cursing Mr. Shane or Nat?”

Only then did Joyce realize her mistake. Smacking her forehead, she bemoaned, “What’s wrong with me? Sorry, Nat. D*mn my mouth!”

“It’s fine.” Natalie shook her head with a chuckle. “Let’s just wait. Sal is right. He’s probably on the way here.”

Joyce shrugged and stopped talking after that.

Suddenly, an annoying high-pitched voice reached their ears. “Why, if it isn’t Sally and Natalie? Fancy meeting you both here. Where are you heading off to?”

Hannah sashayed over in a pair of shades and high heels.

frowned slightly, but decided to ignore

and countered, “What does where we’re going have

on your standards, I doubt you’re going anywhere impressive. I, on the other hand, am participating in a national competition. It’s one of the top events in the fashion design industry. I bet you’re jealous, huh?” Hannah stifled

though recalling something. “Oh, look at my terrible memory. I almost forgot that you’re only a nameless designer, while you’re a trashy model.” She pointed at Natalie, then at Sally. “So both of you have probably

of Natalie, Joyce, and Sally’s mouths twitched upon hearing

Sally, who were looking at

your batch, right? Is she cuckoo or something?” Joyce made a circular motion beside

about that. Otherwise, she wouldn’t

sighed, then shot Hannah a contemptuous glance. “You should pay the doctor a visit if

a

served to make Hannah feel insulted. The latter took off her shades and revealed a face that was contorted with anger. “How dare you

but you went ahead to make idiotic assumptions. What are you if

talking about, but we’re also participating in it. Like you, I was

Natalie’s shoulder and

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