Fenella’s POV
I was lost in thought, staring blankly at the tissue box on the table. My hand supported my chin as I waited for Jessy to come with our coffee.
"Hey, gorgeous. Here's your coffee." Jessy handed me an iced Americano on the table.
"Thank you, Jess," I said with a small smile.
"Thank goodness the fitting was postponed. I told you so. Baumer is such a perfectionist; she'll probably get in trouble herself soon," Jessy chuckled.
"Yes, luckily I wasn't late for the fitting. Plus, she still accepted me as her model, even though my dark under-eye circles were visible and I was unfocused earlier," I mentioned.
"Ah, nonsense! She praised you so much. She really likes you. You're her ideal type of model. Even if you were to switch liking her—"
I glared at Jessy. We had agreed that
