"Please be seated properly and be quiet," Mrs. Padriga ordered solemnly, and the class fell silent, though I could hear several of my classmates muttering. They were giddy with excitement as they plan about their make-up and attire.
Mrs. Padriga went the whiteboard, and she took a took out a whiteboard pen in the holder. And Adele and Priscilla both giggle as they swiftly turn their heads to us. Everliegh is staring at them as well. And I shifted my attention behind them, and I saw Mrs. Padriga looking away and began writing on the blackboard. And so I looked to these two young ladies.
"Should we seek advice from your mother, Gabriella, and inquire about a designer or any agency?" Adele said. And Priscilla
enthusiastically agreed.
"I'd also like to have the number of Tita Gabriella's
