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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSally, 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.
Sally nodded. “Yeah, there's no doubt about that. Otherwise, she wouldn't say something so stupid.”
“Poor thing.” Joyce sighed, then shot Hannah a contemptuous glance. “You should pay the doctor a visit if you have
a condition instead of embarrassing yourself outside.”
Although Natalie remained silent, a chuckle escaped her lips.
Her laugh only served to make Hannah feel insulted. The latter took off her shades and revealed a face that was
contorted with anger. “How dare you call me crazy?”
“Aren't you, though?” Joyce shrugged. “You don't even know where we're going but you went ahead to make idiotic
assumptions. What are you if not crazy?”
“I know, right?” Sally sneered. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Hannah, but not only do we know what competition
you're talking about, but we're also participating in it. Like you, I was also invited to be their model. And Nat is the
designer representing our country.”
Sally draped an arm over Natalie's shoulder and smiled tauntingly at Hannah.
Hannah backed away two steps and shrieked with a look of disbelief on her face, “That's impossible! H-How could
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmyou guys be participating in the competition?”
She pointed at Natalie and Sally.
Narrowing her eyes, Sally slapped her hand away. “Why is it impossible? Please, enlighten me. Are you saying only
you're allowed to go but we're not?”
Hannah's chest heaved violently. “Natalie isn't even famous. How can she be representing the country in this
competition? And you. You only walked for a few unpopular shows before. Why would they invite you?”
“Because of my good character. Besides, you yourself said I walked for a few unpopular shows, but what about
you? You haven't even walked for a formal show since your training ended. You're even worse off than me. Even so,
you were invited to the competition. I didn't even question you about that. Yet, you have the audacity to question
me.”
Sally rolled her eyes and continued, “Also, who said Nat isn't famous? She's the chief designer of Project Rebirth and
Radiance, and also won the championship in a renowned fashion competition. You didn't even get your facts
straight first before spouting nonsense in front of us. Weren't you afraid you'd turn into a laughing stock?”
“Yeah.” Joyce nodded in agreement.
Natalie tucked her hair behind her ear but remained otherwise silent.
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