Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

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.

slightly, but decided to

hand, got to her feet and countered, “What

was just curious, but based 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

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 never heard

and Sally’s mouths twitched upon

and Sally, who were looking at Hannah like she was the world’s

your batch, right? Is she cuckoo or something?” Joyce made

that. Otherwise, she wouldn’t say something

a contemptuous glance. “You should pay the doctor a

silent, a chuckle escaped

only served to make Hannah feel insulted. The latter took off her shades

shrugged. “You don’t even know where we’re going but you went ahead to make idiotic assumptions. What are you if

Sally sneered. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Hannah, but not only do we know what competition you’re talking about, but we’re also participating in it. Like you, I was also invited to be their model. And Nat is

Natalie’s shoulder and smiled tauntingly