Find Me In Your Labyrinth

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.

she’d been trying to cozy up to Yvonne, hoping to get some fashion resources from her. Last night, Yvonne invited her to a fashion banquet, which thrilled Carmella. She even went

without seeing Yvonne. She couldn’t get through

her.

let her in. So, she waited outside for three hours, hounded by reporters who thought she

she casually brushed it off saying she had

when Carmella realized she’d been played by

offend Yvonne and couldn’t understand why she was being treated like this.