ECHOES OF DECEPTION
I gazed at the phone in my hand, unable to grasp what I had just heard.
As I looked out at the already arranged event hall before me, its beautiful decoration so enticing now felt like a mockery. I had been slapped bitterly, yet I could not retaliate. The models who had been preparing for months, their everyday rehearsals, the modelling dresses--everything seemed to fade into the ground as I stood there, paralyzed and confused, asking myself a lot of unanswered questions. Then I heard footsteps coming; it was then I realized myself. It was Emma's voice, standing beside me. Her tap brought me to realization, her expression full of worry.
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