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.

Yvonne invited her to a fashion banquet,

an hour without seeing Yvonne. She couldn’t get through to her on the phone and had

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.

Yvonne, she casually brushed it off saying she had

realized she’d been played by Yvonne.

anything to offend Yvonne and couldn’t understand why she was being treated like

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