Evangeline
I FIXED MYSELF before going out the dressing room. Naglalakad pa lamang ako ng hallway nang makasalubong ko si Mrs. Martinez. She was roaming her eyes around, she sighed in relief when she saw me.
“Thanks, God! Luna!” Hinawakan niya ang magkabilang balikat ko. “Can you do me a favor?”
“What is it, Mrs. Martinez? The ramp will begin in just a minute. I need to go in the back stage,” nag-aalala kong tanong sa kanya at tinignan ang orasan na nakasabit sa pader.
“I talked to the staff. Narito si Mrs. Luster,” she stated. Napaayos ako ng tindig at huminga ng malalim. “At wala si Stacey Suarez, yung spoiled brat na sikat na model. She was supposed to be the center of the night.”
“For what?” takang tanong ko. I know Stacey. But I thought we are here for ramp to model the design cl
