After the initial shock wore off, Felicia was starting to get used to the idea of seeing Darya as a model.
It meant the woman had to work for a living, Felicia thought.
She examined the dress Darya wore and couldn’t wait to get her hands on it. ‘Where’s your boss? I want to talk to her.’
Bianca pointed to the door. ‘You are not allowed to be here. Leave before I ask security to throw you out.’
Felicia ignored Regina’s quiet pleading. ‘Why should I leave? I’m a client. You and your friend work for the designer. The designer works for paying clients like me. Therefore, I outrank you.’
Bianca shook her head, incredulous.
She turned to Darya, ‘Does she always talk like that? Like she’s the centre of the universe and everyone must bow down before her.’
Darya shrugged.
