“She’s right,” Sally said, nodding.
Lina turned around and returned to her seat reluctantly.
Natalie unzipped the garment bag containing the actual dress meant for the runway. “All right, we’ll start doing Sal’s makeup now. Lina, you’re in charge of doing her hair.”
Lina nodded. “Okay.”
While they went about with their preparations, Annette and Lacey glanced at their watches over in the dressing room.
“There are only fifteen minutes left before the show starts, but they’re not back yet. Aren’t they going to come and get their dress?” Lacey sounded a little worried as she looked at the time.
Annette sipped her coffee calmly. “It doesn’t matter. Even if they don’t return before the show, that’s good news for us too. If they’re late, they’ll get disqualified just the same!”
“That’s true,” Lacey answered, nodding.
At that moment, the door to the dressing room opened, and one of the staff walked in. “Sorry to interrupt, but Ms. Natalie sent me. Her model took a tumble and is now at the infirmary, so she sent me to take her dress and jewelry to the infirmary. They’ll be doing the model’s makeup there. May I know where her things are?”
Upon hearing that, Annette and Lacey exchanged glances.
Lacey bit her lip and said in a frustrated tone, “They’re not late!”
Annette scoffed. “So what? Don’t forget that even if they’re not late, they’ll place last if their model messes up on the runway, and they’ll end up getting eliminated.”
“Right. You’re right,” Lacey said with a smile. Then, pointing to the chair in front of her, she said to the staff, “Her things are here.”
“Great. Sorry for interrupting!” the staff said with a smile and left after taking the bag.
Suddenly, Tina called out, “Wait!”
The staff stopped and looked at her questioningly.
Tina went over and said softly, “Tell Natalie and her friends that there might be something wrong with the dress.”
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