_Zarelle’s POV_
“Zarelle!” Isabel hugged her friend. “Elsa!”
She extended a hand to Ryan, wearing a polite smile on her face. “Thank you for coming.”
As they shook hands, they both made sure to present their best sides to the camera.
Ryan said under his breath, “Of course I have to come. Zarry made me.”
He glanced around. “Nice place you got here. But doesn’t your company have enough money to rent somewhere with doors?”p
Isabel rolled her eyes when the cameras panned away from her face. “The show’s about the clothes, not about the location.”
“You are right,” Ryan smirked. “It also hides the fact that you are broke. Seeing as you are my little sister’s friend, I could give you a loan.”
“Save it. I don’t need your help.”
“Yet, here I am.”
Elsa checked her wris
