Chapter 113
No.1
The moment the stylist exited, Genevieve Laurent stepped forward aggressively. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor.
She swept her arm across Isabella Montgomery’s vanity. A violent crash echoed through the room.
Cosmetics, brushes, and accessories scattered everywhere. The custom outfit laid out for the show tumbled into the dust.
No.2
Seraphina Delacroix watched coldly from the doorway. Her presence alone was a statement. A queen descending to handle a nuisance personally.
“I don’t care who you know here,” Genevieve spat. “You’re a nobody. A rookie. We are not your backup dancers. Know your place. Pack your things. Leave. Now.”
A chorus of agreement rose from the other models. Their glares were sharp, unified. A wall of hostility.
No.3
Isabella didn’t flinch. She leaned back in her chair, utterly calm. “You think breaking a few things is supposed to frighten me?”
Silence. Then, disbelief. How was she so composed? Outnumbered and cornered.
Genevieve’s face flushed a deep, furious red. With a guttural sound of rage, she grabbed the edge of the vanity and shoved. The entire unit toppled over. Glass shattered. The noise was deafening.
No.4
It wasn’t enough. Genevieve stalked toward the clothing rack. She snatched a delicate beaded bracelet from its hanger.
She threw it to the floor. Her stiletto heel came down on it with brutal force. A sickening crunch echoed in the sudden quiet.
“This is what will happen to you,” she hissed at Isabella, her voice low and venomous. “If you don’t get out. I’ll break you myself.”
No.5
Isabella actually laughed. A dry, humorless sound. “That’s all the strength you have? Pathetic. If you’re hungry, there’s food. Eat. Then try again. Put some real effort into it.”
She began removing her own accessories. A sleek black watch. A matching obsidian ring. She dropped them casually onto the floor at Genevieve’s feet. The gesture was wildly defiant.
The models stared, baffled. Was she insane? Was she daring them?
No.6
From her spot near the changing area, Victoria Kensington watched, a frown etching her features. This was not going as planned. Isabella’s fearlessness was unnerving.
Another model snapped. “You’re asking for it, Montgomery!” She lunged forward, her heel aiming for the expensive watch.
Crack. The crystal face splintered. A six-figure piece, destroyed.