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.

from her. Last night, Yvonne invited her to a fashion banquet, which thrilled Carmella. She

without seeing Yvonne. She couldn’t get through to her on the phone and had no way

her.

an invitation, the banquet staff wouldn’t let her in. So, she waited outside for three hours, hounded by reporters who thought she

she casually brushed it off saying she had forgotten.

she’d been played by Yvonne.

think she’d done anything to offend Yvonne and couldn’t understand why she was

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