When There Is Nothing Left But Love

As soon as Vanessa made herself clear, she beckoned the assistants behind her over and instructed, “Please go get Nancy over and get the rest of the team ready. We’re going to doll Nancy up for the shoot.”

The team of stylists and makeup artists was put in a tight spot. One of them said, “Vanessa, our supervisors have instructed us to get Ms. Stovall ready for the shoot. I’m afraid the shoot will be delayed if we start all over from scratch.”

“Are you trying to say we’re wasting your time? Is it really that tough to get everything ready from scratch? Do you really think this substitute over here qualifies to be involved in such an exclusive promotional clip?” Vanessa looked at me with a scornful look.

Sneering, she said, “Does she really think she’s a match for Nancy in terms of look just because she resembles her? Has she no shame at all?”

The middle-aged woman started picking on me.

“Vanessa, since when have you become such a vicious woman? Who are you calling a shameless woman?” Stacey, who had rushed into the dressing room, patted me on my back and asked, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head because it wasn’t a big deal. I had long gotten used to this kind of situation since four years ago.

Vanessa sneered when Stacey showed up. “Ms. Holmes, why is the person in charge of the Marketing Department interfering with the affairs of the Publicity Department?”

the end of the day, I’m a staff, but what about you? According to Mr. Fuller, you’re merely Nancy’s manager, aren’t you? In other words,

Infuriated, Vanessa started panting heavily. “Are you calling off the collaboration with Nancy? I guess this necessitates a session with Mr. Fuller to figure out if Nancy is a

Stacey’s words. Nonetheless, Stacey couldn’t be bothered by Vanessa anymore. She instructed the photographers, “Since everything’s ready, I want

through such humiliation. When she was about to lose her cool, Nancy showed

her long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her already miniature face seemed

the third time we encountered one another. Upon a simple

ahead of Nancy and instructed, “Nancy, since you’re here, let’s

Vanessa’s instruction and looked me in the eyes, asking in a callous tone, “Ms.

with

my face. Frowning, she raised her volume

Goldstein, didn’t you say that you couldn’t make it because

trying to tell me you can always

and grumbled, “Do you really think a random woman can take over Nancy’s role? She merely resembles Nancy, but she’s