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“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!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“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.”
The staff's eyes glinted with realization. Then she smiled and nodded. “I understand. I'll be on my way then.”
“Of course,” Tina replied, stepping aside.
As Tina walked back to where she was sitting, Annette grabbed her arm. “What did you say to her just now?”
Tina cast a sidelong glance at Annette's hand, then shook her off expressionlessly. “Nothing.”
Annette opened her mouth to protest, but Lacey pulled her aside. “Forget it. Stop asking her about it. We'll only risk
exposing ourselves if we ask too many questions.”
“Do you think she doesn't suspect us?” Annette retorted with contempt.
Lacey stared at her, stunned. “Do you mean that she...”
“When we were tampering with the dress, I noticed that she kept looking over at us several times. I suspect that
she knows what we did.” Annette narrowed her eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnnette's answer made Lacey feel anxious. “What should we do?”
“There's only one thing to do, and that's to teach her a lesson. But not now. We'll wait until after the show,” Annette
replied with a darkened expression.
Lacey nodded. “I suppose that's the only way.”
She gazed at Tina, and an apologetic look flashed across her eyes.
I never intended to harm Tina, since she's much less skilled than me. But Natalie is a different story. Her talent is
comparable to mine. I'd even say she's way better than me. She's also much younger. Most importantly, her
husband isn't just a random nobody. He has the power to influence the competition organizer. If she gets him to pull
some strings, the rest of us won't stand a chance of winning. Because of her capabilities and background, I have to
take her down. I have to stop her from using the resources she has to win. I believe that others would target her for
the same reasons.
Over in the room next door, the staff handed the bag to Natalie.
Just as Natalie was about to thank her, the staff repeated what Tina had said.
Natalie smiled. “All right, got it. Thanks for your help.”