"Work?" Gina scoffed, folding her arms across her chest in a stance of blatant disdain. Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she surveyed Bella with an air of superiority. "Do you even know what kind of place this is? How could someone like you, with no background in the fashion industry, possibly have worked here?"
Bella's lips twisted into a bitter chuckle. "For your information, I am Miss Willow Taylor's assistant," she said with quiet defiance. "Of course, I'm here to carry out my boss's commands."
She deliberately left out the fact that her own design dresses had been stitched at Joshua's studio. It was a closely guarded secret that she would reveal in public at the right time.
Gina's eyes widened in disbelief, the name clearly catching her off guard. "Willow Taylor?" she repeated with incredulity.
