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    The outfits they had carefully selected the day before were ruined—stained with ink or cut with scissors, making thempletely unusable!


    “We’re about to begin shooting. What are we going to do now? Who would do such a thing?” Margie asked, her voice filled with panic.


    “Miss Wace, could we possibly choose from another selection?” suggested the stylist, pointing with apprehension toward a rack filled with clearly outdated garments.


    Anthea’s expression darkened with concern, and she shook her head. “It’s my debut on camera,” she exined.


    Turning to Yvonne, her face conveyed her difort. “Yvonne, I’m not trying to be difficult. I just don’t want topromise on this…” Yvonne understood and reassured her. “I get it. Let me go check something quickly.”


    As Yvonne departed, Margie’s stress was palpable. “Why would she leave right now?”


    Stylist Magazine was renowned for its generous production budgets—these costumes were something they couldn’t just rece on their sries.


    She offered her apologies to Anthea. “I’m terribly sorry for this oversight, Miss Wace. My apologies. Might you have avabilityter?”


    Anthea responded, “I’m heading out of Amberfield tomorrow and won’t be returning.”


    Margie felt tears beginning to form. She murmured softly, “Is there really no other option?”


    Unaware of how distressed Margie was bing, Yvonne was upied with making phone calls.


    Considering the situation wasn’t critical, she opted not to call Norton directly but sent him a brief message to fill him in.


    Next, Yvonne called Leif.


    At that moment, Leif was with Norton in his office. He nced over at Norton when his work phone started ringing.


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    With Norton’s subtle nod of approval, Leif picked up the call.


    “Mrs. Burke, what can I do for you?” he answered.


    “Leif, I need a favor. Could you arrange for a couture gown to be delivered urgently to the Stylist Magazine photo shoot?”


    With Norton showing no signs of objection, Leif gathered his courage to inquire further, “Do you have a preferred designer or style in mind?”


    “No, just get it here quickly! It should be both elegant and luxurious, yet try to keep it simple,” Yvonne instructed.


    “Got it. I’ll arrange for immediate delivery,” Leif responded assuredly.


    Yvonne felt a wave of relief wash over her upon hearing Leif’s confident reply. She then began to pace nervously outside the studio, eagerly awaiting the gown’s arrival.


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