The young woman’s voice was soft and soothing, her calm demeanor contrasting the tension of the previous moments. Abigail couldn’t help but admire the young woman’s grace. “It’s fine. You look gorgeous today,” she commented with a smile, her words genuine.
The young woman, flattered, quickly ran ahead, guiding them into her caravan. Even while running in her dress, she moved with an effortless elegance. Inside the caravan, she carefully placed the new dress on the bed. As Abigail looked at it, she recognized the design—it was one of her own creations.
“It seems like you’re a fan of Alana,” Abigail remarked with a teasing smile.
The young woman blushed slightly. “My manager lent it to me,” she explained, sounding a bit embarrassed. “Everyone’s a fan of Alana.”
Joan, who had been standing off to the side, cast a glance at Luna, her tone a bit flatter than before. “Thank you for the compliment, Miss Palmer. Your makeup doesn’t quite match the dress you’re wearing, but I can help you with that modification if you don’t mind.”
Luna, not one to take the bait, gave Joan a cold look. “I’m not here to flatter you. I’m here to do my job. Let’s focus on fixing that dress of yours, if you don’t mind,” she said professionally.
The young woman’s borrowed dress had now been soiled by Joan’s wine mishap, and Luna knew it was likely that the young woman would have to pay for it, though Joan seemed indifferent to the idea of doing so. Joan simply nodded in acknowledgment, ready to accept whatever came next.
Several attendants began helping Joan out of her dress, leaving her seated outside, wrapped in a blanket. Once the door was closed, Luna threw the soiled dress on the bed, her frustration boiling over. “F*ck this! I don’t want to modify anything for her. Look at her smug expression. I’m showing incredible restraint by not dumping wine on her face right now.”
Abigail, however, was unbothered by Luna’s outburst. She pulled out a small kit of needles and thread from her bag. “Breathe, Luna. Think of it as charity,” she said as she donned her thimble and began working.
Luna huffed, but she knew Abigail was right. “Isn’t this because of your own sense of justice? You couldn’t stand seeing a pretty young woman getting bullied. I’m on your side, though. And I’m still upset that you’re all dolled up today but didn’t get a chance to show off on the red carpet. Don’t forget what we came here to do.”
“I know, I know. We’re here to promote our dresses and attract customers,” Abigail replied with a sigh. As she spoke, she started carefully cutting off the stained part of the dress. With precise, bold movements, she altered the gown, removing the strap and replacing it with feathers from her own dress, creating a playful, cat-inspired look. The original elegant maxi dress had now become a whimsical short dress.
Once she was satisfied with the transformation, Abigail set down her sewing kit and turned to Luna. “Call Joan in.”
Joan, upon slipping into the newly altered dress, was nearly unrecognizable. What had once been a bold and brash look had been replaced with a more mysterious, alluring vibe. She couldn’t help but admire her reflection in the mirror, inspecting every angle. “I love it,” she murmured to herself, feeling empowered by the change.
Excited, she ran out of the caravan, eager to find Sean. As she approached the entrance, she spotted him standing there, his eyes scanning the area. At first, she thought he’d come because of the commotion, but as she neared him, her eyes shone with anticipation. “Sean, how do I look? Alana designed this for me.”
Sean merely nodded, his gaze flicking to her dress for a split second before darkening, his expression unreadable. His eyes shifted, looking past her toward the caravan where he caught a glimpse of a thin figure adorned with a delicate purple butterfly tattoo on her back. His fists clenched involuntarily, but he quickly composed himself. “Go inside first,” he instructed, his voice low.
Joan, momentarily deflated, suppressed a feeling of doubt. She recalled the way Sean had looked at Abigail and Luna when they first entered the venue. Did he know they were Alana and her assistant? Was he interested in them? She dared not voice her questions but simply smiled and walked back toward the venue.
Just as she took a few steps, she stumbled and let out a small scream as she teetered dangerously. In an instant, Sean was there, catching her effortlessly. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly.
Abigail and Luna, coming out of the caravan at that exact moment, couldn’t help but witness the scene. Luna’s temper flared, and she was ready to lash out when Abigail, sensing the potential drama, gently pulled her past them without looking at them. She was headed straight for the venue.
Luna, frustrated, pulled at Abigail’s arm. “Why are you pulling me? I’m about to blow a fuse! Can’t they get a room? Are they trying to make you feel bad?”
Abigail shot her a side glance. “What’s your next move, Luna? Want to tell everyone Sean dumped me for an influencer? Even if they don’t feel ashamed, I sure as hell do.”
The reality of the situation hit Luna, and her eyes dimmed for a moment as the weight of Abigail’s words sank in. But her expression soon hardened. “Once L.Moon becomes an international exclusive fashion studio, I’ll make sure they never even come close to us again!”
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