The assistant, startled, took this as a cue to leave.

Yulia approached, her voice cold, “If you have a problem, say it to my face. Don’t gossip behind my back. You’re a high society lady, not gossiping housewife, it doesn’t look good, you know?”

Carmella’s face darkened, “Have you ever respected me? I’m your designer, you had Estelle design your dress, where does that leave me

Yulia shot back mercilessly, “Your designs are crap. If it wasn’t for Finley Gould, do you think I’d still hire you? Now you remember, you’re my designer. So where were you last night?”

The color drained from Carmella’s face.

night, Yvonne invited her to a fashion banquet, which thrilled Carmella. She even went home to get all dolled

Yvonne. She couldn’t get through to her on

her.

in. So, she waited outside for three hours, hounded by reporters who thought she was a Z-list celebrity trying to stir up some drama. It

Carmella finally got home and called Yvonne, she casually brushed it off saying she

realized she’d been played by

and couldn’t understand why she was being

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