"Abby's dresses for tonight are right there. Please get them ironed and help Abby on." The colleague said to Savannah as she pointed to the hangers for temporarily holding clothes. Then she went to another room to continue her own work.
Abby noticed them and looked up.
"Hi, Abby." Savannah greeted Abby with a polite smile.
"Oh, Miss Schultz. I know you. You altered my dress last time," said Abby absently as she glanced at Savannah with an unfriendly look in her brown eyes.
Savannah could sense Abby's latent hostility towards her. Though she had helped Abby to avoid trouble in the hotel that day, Abby seemed not grateful at all.
"Yeah, it's me. Just call me Savannah." Savannah kept grinning.
"You're working for Zagreb Film now, right?"
"Yes," Savannah replied patiently, standing in place. She just wanted to hurry up to iron the clothes, but Abby was still talking, and she couldn't leave.
