Sally said while playing with her phone, “Relax. Mr. Shane is probably on his way here.”
“I’m just worried he’d be late and Nat won’t even get to see him for the last time,” Joyce snapped back.
Sally almost choked when she heard that. “For the last time? Are you cursing Mr. Shane or Nat?”
Only then did Joyce realize her mistake. Smacking her forehead, she bemoaned, “What’s wrong with me? Sorry, Nat. D*mn my mouth!”
“It’s fine.” Natalie shook her head with a chuckle. “Let’s just wait. Sal is right. He’s probably on the way here.”
Joyce shrugged and stopped talking after that.
Suddenly, an annoying high-pitched voice reached their ears. “Why, if it isn’t Sally and Natalie? Fancy meeting you both here. Where are you heading off to?”
Hannah sashayed over in a pair of shades and high heels.
Natalie frowned slightly, but decided to ignore her.
Sally, on the other hand, got to her feet and countered, “What does where we’re going have to do with you?”
“I was just curious, but based on your standards, I doubt you’re going anywhere impressive. I, on the other hand, am participating in a national competition. It’s one of the top events in the fashion design industry. I bet you’re jealous, huh?” Hannah stifled a smug smile behind her hand.
Then, she clapped her hand, as though recalling something. “Oh, look at my terrible memory. I almost forgot that you’re only a nameless designer, while you’re a trashy model.” She pointed at Natalie, then at Sally. “So both of you have probably never heard about this competition. I bet you have no idea what I was talking about.”
The corners of Natalie, Joyce, and Sally’s mouths twitched upon hearing that.
Especially Joyce and Sally, who were looking at Hannah like she was the world’s dumbest wretch.
“This woman is a model from your batch, right? Is she cuckoo or something?” Joyce made a circular motion beside her head.
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