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.

some fashion resources from her. Last night, Yvonne invited her to a fashion banquet, which thrilled Carmella. She even went home to get all dolled up for the event.

without seeing Yvonne. She couldn’t get through to her

her.

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

home and called Yvonne, she casually brushed it off saying she

Carmella realized she’d been

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