Fashion show?!
Jill stopped in her tracks, turning to look at Jennie.
"Where?!"
"Just a short distance from the exhibition hall, all the runways for this Fashion Festival are over there," Jennie pouted. "I've heard... it's now incredibly hard to get a ticket for the fashion show. I really can't figure it out... How did a designer with no significant background become so popular?!"
"Hmph!" Jill snorted coldly. "Since that's the case, I'll see to it that her fashion show never happens!"
"This..." Jennie frowned, "I'm afraid that's going to be tough. We're not in our own territory here; we don't have the power to stop the fashion show."
"I really can't comprehend what I was thinking when I chose you to be my assistant," Jill clenched her teeth. "If you don't have the capability, can't you think of other ways? Now... go immediately!"
"But!" Jennie looked troubled, "How... how can I stop her?"
Stretching out her hand and grabbing her arm, Jill's face twisted in an angry scold.
