LAUREN MOSS
I’ve arrived!
“To the corner of hell…” I mutter, getting out of the car and seeing my siblings’ cars here too.
Good grief!
“Good evening, Miss!” the security guards at the door greet me. “Good evening!” I reply, already stepping inside.
“Lauren, your mother is waiting for you. They’re upstairs,” my mother’s assistant says as she sees me, and I simply sigh, heading up.
If those idiots aren’t here, they must be outside or trying on their clothes.
I go upstairs with no desire, listening to the voices of the design and makeup team coming from that room.
“Good evening!” I say, entering, and Leandra is here too, with my mother.
“Oh, hi, daughter!” my mother, sitting and testing makeup, says so gentle that everyone smiles at her.
“Hi, little sister,” Leandra, trying on what
