Chapter 24

“Look, I already told you to stay away from me. There is no need to come over here and touch any of these fucking dresses at any time. Now go over there and deal with your own shit before I seriously snap, and you meet a side to me I’ve been keeping under wraps this year… I

will

fuck you up, and you won’t like it.” I snap at Melissa, the mousy brown-haired devil’s sidekick to Olivia’s crew, as she again plays at eating her greasy food beside my hanging rail of dresses.

We are backstage where we’re having our show and setting up for tomorrow. Hours are ticking down. Prepping all this and getting everything set out, with shoes, accessories, and all the sketches of how the models are to be styled in hair and makeup pinned to each garment. I ran out of garment bags mid-way through my collection, even though I bought enough of them and knew for a fact they had been stolen by some bitch or another.

“Keep your hair on… Like you could anyway.” Melissa sneers at me