I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 44
“Oh, sure. Take a nice pic of the dress.” Luna took out her makeup product to
reapply some makeup, grabbing every chance to show off her dress.
The photographer thought she was being extra, but he said nothing. After all,
the producers said these two were VIPs.
Half an hour later, the SUV stopped before a manor on the outskirts of the
city. Abigail noticed that a few cars were parked before theirs, and she
realized they weren’t the first to arrive.
The production team had set up the stage, the props and cameras standing
around the venue. Staff members went around doing their work, everyone
looking as busy as a bee.
Aside from the models, the artists from East Joy Talent had shown up as well,
and things were getting lively.
“Hey, that’s Alana’s car, isn’t it?”
“I think so. Their cars are different from ours.”
A discussion broke out.

Since they were special guests, Abigail and Luna were in a different car from
everyone else. It was a champagne-colored Alphard, so the moment it
showed up, the crowd stared at it.
Luna got out of the car wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses. Abigail
composed herself, then she followed Luna out of the car.
They swiped their IDs and went into the venue, and then a couple of models
huddled around Abigail.
“My gosh, you must be Alana. I love your designs. They’re awesome. I can’t
believe you’re so young.”
“Did you design this dress yourself? Oh, I love your work. Everything I bought
from your store, I kept it in my closet. The dresses fit me well, and they’re
comfy.”
The ladies were gushing away, worshipping Abigail like she was an idol.
Just when they were about to take their phones out and follow each other on
social media, someone mocked, “Seriously, that’s the one you butter up to?
She’s just my assistant who helps me change into my clothes.”
Joan noticed Abigail the moment she got out of the car. Seeing everyone
praising her was annoying, so she sneered and went ahead to rain on
Abigail’s parade.
“Sorry, ladies, but I’m indeed just an assistant.”
Abigail hated shallow socializing, and she was more than happy to let
someone deal with it for her.
The ladies exchanged a look of awkwardness. Just when they were about to
snap back, they realized it was Joan, and they swallowed their words and left
sheepishly.
“It has been a while, but you’re still as foul-mouthed as ever, Miss Palmer.”
This b*tch spews sh*t from the wrong mouth. Luna adjusted her sunglasses