The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 19

Designer vs. Designer 

HANNAH’S POV: 

Before I could speak, Celeste snapped back, “At least our designer doesn’t need to bribe tabloids to get coverage!” 

That set off a chorus of ooohs from the assistants in the room. 

One of the rival girls shot forward, her stilettos clicking dangerously. “Say that again.” 

Celeste raised her chin, unfazed. “You heard me.” 

The two of them were nearly chest-to-chest before I stepped in. 

“Enough.” My voice dropped, firm and cold. “This is not a playground. You are not children. You are professionals representing my brand, and I will not tolerate this circus.” 

The room stilled for half a beat until one of the rival girls muttered under her breath, “Professionals don’t hide for years then suddenly reappear like a ghost.” My throat went tight. 

“That’s enough now ladies! Return back to the dressing room. We will be out soon..” The other models instantly obeyed and scurried out the room. 

I stared at the beautiful lady who had called them to the order and I knew that face all too well, Sienna Vale. She stood tall with her gold wavy hair and her bright blue eyes stared down anyone in front of her. 

She smiled mischievously walking towards me, “I finally got to meet the one and only Hannah Jones. It’s such a pleasure, though not under this circumstance. You know how passionate the models can get.” She stretched her hand and I stared at it for a second before taking it and shaking hands with her. 

“Oh I totally understand how passionate they can get but I’d like to make it clear that if anyone here…anyone tries to disrupt that, I will make sure you never walk in another show again. Not in Duncan. Not in Roselake. Not in any city where fashion breathes. Am I understood? You know, just to show how ‘passionate’ I am about my work.” I stared back at some of her models still at the door and smiled tightly at her and she returned the smile. 1 

My heart was pounding so loud, I just hoped no one could hear it. 

“Well, good luck tonight and don’t go ripping a poorly stitched dress.” Sienna laughed at her own remark and walked out slowly and I could only give a fake smile and say, “You too.” 

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