The intense heat was suffocating the air, making the distant scenery look like it was covered by a rippling layer of water, unsteady and dizzying to behold.
"Help me up!" Tiffany Lynch ordered the staff nearby.
Previously, in a bid to hog the show, she donned the thickest clothing among everyone present, overly extravagant to the point where it was appropriate for red carpet events; the lengthy hem was cumbersome no matter how you looked at it.
Especially under such scorching sun.
The staff member was already soaked in sweat, his face sour at Tiffany's command, but he helped her up anyway and even had to follow behind carrying her long train.
Tiffany walked up to the Editor-in-chief, her face burning with frustration when she saw Hannah looking so at ease in front of the camera, "Editor, isn't it about time for my shoot?"
The Editor looked at her puzzled. "I thought you were feeling unwell?"
Tiffany had shot herself in the foot.
