Elvira smirked with satisfaction, the heavy weight in her chest evaporating. It's not like she felt threatened by any candidate, but James' assurance just brightened her mood.
She didn't care to go to Victoria. She simply walked over to her assistant, smiling ear to ear knowing she's fully secured.
“Are you sure my cheeks are no longer swollen?” She asked and the lady nodded, “The shoot is in less than 48 hours and Craig's wife needs to look her best.” She stared at her reflection in the mirror with a victorious smile.
Meanwhile, Victoria Morgan sat with effortless composure, every movement measured and elegant.
Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, she absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the diamond watch on her wrist catching the afternoon light.
She slid a
