Zarelle smiled politely. “Thank you, Miss Carlos. I’m flattered. But I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. As Isabel said, I’m not a professional model.”
Yasmin insisted on handing her the card. “Half of our models are amateurs. That’s not an issue. Maybe we can have coffee and talk more about the details.”
Zarelle took the card out of politeness, though her expression remained noncommittal.
Isabel stomped her feet. “You are not actually going to say yes, are you?”
Zarelle teased her, “Why not? It sounds like a nice gig and I could use some extra cash.”
“But she’s our competitor!” Isabel pulled Zarelle to a corner. “The more attention you attract for her brand, the less publicity for us.”
“I didn’t know our company designed wedding dresses.”
Zarelle and Elsa only invested
