Anna's smile didn't waver. If anything, it grew softer, more knowing, as though Ava's words were nothing more than a breeze in the wind. The models that once admired Anna, were now caught in the grip of Ava's tirade. They looked between the two women, unsure of what to believe. To them, Ava was making sense. Noah Declan was the public face of Eclipse, the man everyone associated with its success. Who was Anna, really, to stand before them, claiming power that seemed rightfully his?
The announcer, sensing the growing hostility, stepped forward. His voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Be careful of the accusations you make, Ava…"
But Ava, now drunk on her own bravado, didn't back down. "What am I supposed to be afraid of? The glorified side piece, Anna Sui?" she mocked, her eyes flashing with arrogance. "What will you do, Anna? We want Mr. Declan here. If he's not the one in charge, then this screening is cancelled."
