Behind them stood a large European-style building, with security personnel specially arranged nearby to keep people away.
Under the scorching sun, the staff, including the photographers, were busy setting up the scene.
A few of the trainees were sitting off to the side, each with soone holding a parasol for them. On the tables beside them, cold drinks were accessible while they lounged, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of others.
Hannah didn’t sit with the others, she just found a spot in the shade provided by a tree and stood there. Whenever a staff mber passed by carrying items, she lent a hand.
A good-looking person with no airs about them certainly multiplied people’s fondness for them.
Tiffany Lynch arrived late. Draped in a long-skirt, it seed as if she had sothing to prove. Her delay had wasted quite so ti, but no one dared to complain.
Who were they to speak out against soone who even the Editor-in-Chief treated with such respect?
The magazine’s the was a lively schoolgirl style, so everyone was prepared for a simple school uniform concept, even the hairstyles and makeup were geared towards the schoolgirl look.
Only Tiffany stood out, wearing a long skirt that nearly swept the ground. It was beautiful, but it didn’t fit the the.
The photographer couldn’t help but ask the Editor-in-Chief, "How should I shoot this? Didn’t you say it was supposed to be a group photo?"
The skirt was sothing Tiffany had brought herself. She hadn’t discussed it with the Editor-in-Chief beforehand, so he was left in the dark.
However, he still gave his consent, considering his relations with Tiffany’s agent, "Just stick to the original plan, if anything doesn’t fit we can edit it post-production."
With the issue settled, the photographer found no further reason to fuss and started adjusting the positions.
Tiffany had hoped that her unique outfit would naturally make her the center of attention, thereby eliminating any argunts over who stood where.
If anyone questioned her choice, she planned to pass the bla onto the magazine, claiming it was their idea.
However, Tiffany hadn’t expected the skirt her agent had brought to be so heavy.
Sessions involved continuous movent and adjustnt of positions, which beca even more troubleso when there were many people involved.
Tiffany struggled under the sun, dragging her long skirt from place to place. As she passed Hannah, she saw a smirk on the latter’s face.
She said, "Miss Lynch, your makeup has lted."
Tiffany’s face was beet red from the sun, or perhaps anger, showing signs of exhaustion.
Facing Hannah’s smiling face, Tiffany stomped her foot huffily and dragged her long skirt to the next position.
Lucy Taylor watched the drama unfold with delight.
They hadn’t taken more than a few photos when Tiffany started to create fuss.
Hand on her head, looking weak, she said, "I’m feeling a bit of heatstroke. Can we rest for a bit?"
Even though she posed the question, she had already settled down on a chair.
The Editor-in-Chief looked stressed.
They were paying a significant sum to rent the location for the shoot and were spending money every minute they were there. So far, they didn’t even have enough photos to choose from, and Tiffany was already complaining about being tired.
The Editor-in-Chief wanted to persuade her, but Tiffany remained adamant.
She refused to continue shooting and even took the liberty to call George River.
George was alard to hear that Tiffany was unwell and wanted to rush over.
However, Tiffany managed to convince him not to co.
Of course, Hannah was still there, there was no way she would allow George to co over.
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