Chapter 41

“Miss Caraballi,” Tamara could see Chelsea’s smug smile from where she stood “Is everything okay? You seem to be fidgeting a lot."

The team went silent as they waited for Tamara’s reply.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Tamara replied as she struck another pose and lazily waved a hand for the photographer to continue.

A bead of sweat rolled down Tamara’s back. She was, in fact, not fine and wanted nothing more than to rush to the nearest toilet but she refused to give Chelsea the satisfaction of seeing her malicious plan work.

“I think we should add three more looks to the current ones. These pictures are not enough for the catalogue,” Chelsea spoke up again after a few minutes as she whipped out a planning sheet and handed it to the stylist.

Kim, Tamara’s secretary, looked surprised but raised her head to Tamara on stage.

In relief, Tamara slightly shook her head. The pose she was in required her two legs to be crossed. That and only sheer will were the reasons she hadn’t messed up the clothes.

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