She grinned. "Hi, guys! How are y'all doing?". Her red dress flowed down her tall, slender figure effortlessly. If 'gorgeous' was a person, it would be Kiana in that dress.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking us, Kiana". Jolene said with a plastered smile.
Kiana scoffed. "Oh you wish, assistant". Then she focused on Mr. Sinclair. "Craig, baby, I want you to meet someone". She stretched out her hand and soon, a handsome, blond guy took it and stood beside her. "This is Mick, he is my colleague from the fashion parade in Paris last year".
The guy, Mick, had a perfect face as befitting a model. His face was clean shaved, his blond hair was in a buzz cut, and he had a tall, slim figure. He and Kiana seemed to be cut out of a magazine.
Kiana waved in front of Jolene's fa
