Guilt begins to engulf me as I watch Natalie approach me. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, yet here I am, with red cheeks and an alarm going off in my head.
Why do I feel as if I’ve been caught red-handed, like a child’s hand in the cookie jar?
“What?” I question her.
“Oh, I know you heard what I said, b***h!”
I turn to look at Derek and the girls as if to ask what’s happening, but I return my gaze to the model. What is she doing here? Who invited her?
And why is she attacking me like this?
The group around us has grown quiet, and I can see all eyes on me. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle up, sending a full shiver down my spine.
Still unclear as to why she’s here, I begin to stammer in my confusion. “I-I’m here to tak
