The intense heat was suffocating the air, making the distant scenery look like it was covered by a rippling layer of water, unsteady and dizzying to behold.
"Help up!" Tiffany Lynch ordered the staff nearby.
Previously, in a bid to hog the show, she donned the thickest clothing among everyone present, overly extravagant to the point where it was appropriate for red carpet events; the lengthy hem was cumberso no matter how you looked at it.
Especially under such scorching sun.
The staff mber was already soaked in sweat, his face sour at Tiffany’s command, but he helped her up anyway and even had to follow behind carrying her long train.
Tiffany walked up to the Editor-in-chief, her face burning with frustration when she saw Hannah looking so at ease in front of the cara, "Editor, isn’t it about ti for my shoot?"
The Editor looked at her puzzled. "I thought you were feeling unwell?"
Tiffany had shot herself in the foot.
How was she to know that Hannah would work the cara so well, with the photographer praising Hannah to the point of practically worshiping her?
Tiffany took a deep breath, suddenly putting on a considerate front, "I’m feeling much better now, and I shouldn’t be holding up everyone’s progress just because of , right?"
The Editor didn’t know what to say.
What was she doing earlier, and now she’s acting all dedicated and professional?
The Editor responded sowhat perfunctorily, "Just wait a while, Hannah is still shooting."
He had his own temper, as the Editor-in-chief of a magazine, he couldn’t just let an intern lead him by the nose, could he?
Seeing that the Editor had cooled off, Tiffany Lynch knew she had been a little excessive, but pride prevented her from apologizing.
Pride cos before a fall.
Over there, Hannah finished shooting her last set of photos and walked over, several staff mbers followed her, praising her as they walked.
"Miss Winter, I’ve seen your show, I’ve been a fan since then. I even voted for you for several days in a row!"
Hannah gave a slight smile and said, "Is that so? Thank you."
The staff mber’s heart was fluttering with joy.
"Miss Winter, could you give an autograph later? I really like you. I actually wanted to join your fan club but they’re really strict about mbership. I applied several tis but got rejected."
"Miss Winter, you sing well, and you’re beautiful."
Hannah glanced at the staff mber who had praised her beauty, causing his cheeks to turn red before Hannah broke out in a smile, "You have great potential to be my fan, I have high hopes for you."
The staff mber was a bit flabbergasted by Hannah’s sudden statent but he was thrilled that his idol was speaking to him.
"Thank you, Miss Winter. I will work even harder to be your fan. I will support you forever!"
The staff mber’s eyes were filled with hearts.
Tiffany plastered on an elegant facade, even though she felt so hot and stuffed that she wished she could rip off her dress, she still strived to maintain a perfect persona, "It seems like Hannah’s shoot went really well?"
Hannah glanced at her lazily, "You saw it, didn’t you?"
Tiffany was seething inwardly, she glanced at Hannah’s still-perfect face, her voice laced with thorns, "I was initially concerned that you’d have a hard ti adapting to your first magazine shoot. It seems I was worried for nothing. You probably don’t need my help."
She shook her head, a hint of regret in her voice, feigning disappointnt for being unable to help.
The Editor-in-chief, who was standing nearby, picked up on the hints of tension between them, sensing that there was so conflict.
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