_Zarelle’s POV_
After the initial shock wore off, Celina was starting to get used to the idea of seeing me as a model. It meant the woman had to work for a living, Celina thought. She examined the dress I wore and couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.
“Where’s your boss? I want to talk to her.”
Elsa pointed to the door. “You are not allowed to be here. Leave before I ask security to throw you out.”
Celina ignored Thessaly’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.”
*‘This pup believes hierarchy comes from money alone,’* Mirelle’s voice rippled through my mind with amusement. *‘She doesn’t understand true dominance.’*
*‘She never has,’* I replied
