H.U.R.T
The Fashion 2

With anger in his heart, Brian left the dressing room after Steve left first. To him, Steve was no stranger. He had already felt a negative aura from the man since seeing him at Lexi's house the other day. Steve's statement threatening him gave a reaction he did not like. For some reason, he considered that the threat was not just the wind. But if that's the case, doesn't mean the guy has a problem with him. Yeah, it's, it's not wrong anymore. It's just that he doesn't remember not recognizing Steve either. The geeky son of the farmer who got injustice from him and the others.

"Who is he?" Brian monologues, keeps going without noticing his steps. Forcing his brain to dig up his memories. Result, nil. Steve is not on his list of acquaintances or enemies who might want to drop him in this one.

Brak!!

"Shiits!!!

"Damn!!"

Simultaneously coming out of a different mouth. Brian raised his head, Darren was the object that collided with him. The man looked at her fiercely. Really sick of seeing his face. Brian sniffs haughty.

"You look like you see a carcass,"

"You're smart to judge that." Darren replied impressed indifferently. But Brian knows that Darren does consider it a carcass.

Brian chuckled, not a laugh that contained humor, but a laugh that hid his annoyance.

"Come on, Dude, stop making Lexi wonder at your attitude. We seem to be hostile. Aren't we friends?"

"If I wanted to, I'd like to kill you this very second, motherfucker!" Darren's bead is burning red. In addition to anger there are also implied wounds. A wound that only he knows.

Again and again Brian laughed at the threat Darren had repeatedly posed to him. "I'm actually alive. Touching me, it'll get you in trouble. That night, I saw you kiss her."

Darren's jaw tightened hard. His whole body trembled withstanding the temptation to bang his head against the face of that bastard Brian.

"Thank you for your fate, man. Your ace card is on me. The same reason why your father bothered to send the cupu to the prison that led to his death. What would Lexi say to you and your father if you knew about it?"

"Shut your mouth, God damn it!" Darren pushed Brian's body into a corner. Put his arm around the man's neck until Brian's face was red.

"Excuse me," someone's soft voice caught the attention of the two. Reluctantly Darren let go of his grip.

"I'm lost. Don't know where the dressing room is."

Darren turned around, instantly his face turning white. The figure before him was Oleshia.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" Oleshia looked at them one by one. Darren looked back, seeing that Brian's face was no less pale. Oleshia's face is no different than Olivia's. The difference is the framed glasses commonly used by Olivia. This time, Oleshia also appears without make up. Both of her hair were braided in two, slightly messy yet looking very sweet. Darren and Brian were completely dumbstruck, shocked to panic as well. Why is there Olivia? There was no way the girl would rise from the grave.

"Olivia...?" Brian mutters.

"Olivia?" Shia. "Oleshian. I'm Oleshia. One of the models that will be featured in this event. Can one of you take me to the locker room?"

Brian stepped forward, pushing Darren who was still sculpting. "Let's take you, miss." Brian's expecting. Both are involved in conversation.

"You look similar, very similar to one of my friends."

"You mean Olivia?"

"Yes," Brian continued to look at Oleshia's face fixedly and carefully. He must determine if there is a relationship between the two. It is highly unlikely that Olivia rose from the grave when the girl they witnessed died and was buried.

"She's my sister. Ah, aren't you Brian Milles, mayor? Oh, my God, I barely recognized you. You're more awesome when you look at it directly."

Brian smiled knot. "Sorry, Miss, what does it mean to say that Olivia is your sister? You and him are twins? I can't find any difference at all."

Brian could not hide his surprise. Olivia has a brother. Why did the woman show up now? He has to figure this out.

"I'm sorry for your sister's death."

Oleshia halted her steps, the two of them staring at each other. "thank you. It's already passed. But I didn't think you'd still remember my sister. As I recall, he had no friends at all."

"She's a smart girl, everyone knows her." Brian turned his gaze as he continued. "The dressing room is there."

"Thank you." Oleshia nodded politely. The girl stepped up. Just two steps, Brian calls to stop him.

"Miss Oleshia."

Oleshia turned around while publishing a sweet smile, waiting for Brian to say what the man wanted to say.

"Olivia never said she had a twin sister."

"Have you ever asked?" Oleshia was still with her sweet smile. "I also don't find any reason why Oliv should announce it, Mr. Milles. Why are you so curious?"

Hiding the sudden jitters, Brian stepped closer, "You were never seen either, not even at the funeral."

"My mother forbids me, my hysterical sister needs my company. I also did not see you or anyone else coming to offer condolences to our hut. Only a few government people came to give large amounts of money. I did not expect the government to be so generous as to show their grief over Oliv's death. Sorry, Mr. Milles, in our first meeting, this discussion was a little heavy and disturbing. See you soon." Oleshia continues on her journey, while Brian contacts someone to investigate Oleshia.

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"I'm nervous." Lily commented while Lexi was busy helping her put on her clothes.

"You can do it, Lily. It's my flagship design. I present it to you."

"It's too beautiful. You should have given it to a professional model."

Lexi shook her head, "You're the better fit to wear it. Don't you want to be a model. This is an opportunity for you. For us."

"If I were a model, I wouldn't work as your assistant anymore."

"No problem. Model is your dream. I support you."

"Oh, Lexi. I'm so lucky to have a friend like you." Lily stretched out both hands with a glassy bead. If there was no Lexi, maybe her life and her family would have been homeless on the streets.

"It's thanks to your efforts, too, Lily." Lexi returned the hug of her best friend.

"Excuse me.." Someone shouted in the middle of the room. "Lexi Stevani Willson, the parcel for you."

"Yes, thank you. You can put it there."

"Wow, you get a lot of love." Lily is deliberately teasing.

"Mommy, Daddy, Dad, Mom and my extended family. They are always overrated. Let's see, what's the parcel this time." Lexi slightly frowned looking at the small box that had just been placed on her desk.

Curious, he opened the box immediately. A piece of paper.

Your design's disgusting. Your extended family is a sponsor of this event. The reason why you can participate. It'll just embarrass you, miss. Your nightmare is in sight. Enjoy it.