The Spare Wife

Chapter 44

Chapter 44 “Oh, sure. Take a nice pic of the dress.” Luna took out her makeup product to reapply some makeup, grabbing every chance to show off her dress. The photographer thought she was being extra, but he said nothing. After all, the producers said these two were VIPs. Half an hour later, the SUV stopped before a manor on the outskirts of the city. Abigail noticed that a few cars were parked before theirs, and she realized they weren’t the first to arrive. The production team had set up the stage, the props and cameras standing around the venue. Staff members went around doing their work, everyone looking as busy as a bee. Aside from the models, the artists from East Joy Talent had shown up as well, and things were getting lively. “Hey, that’s Alana’s car, isn’t it?” “I think so. Their cars are different from ours.” A discussion broke out.

Since they were special guests, Abigail and Luna were in a different car from everyone else. It was a champagne-colored Alphard, so the moment it showed up, the crowd stared at it. Luna got out of the car wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses. Abigail composed herself, then she followed Luna out of the car. They swiped their IDs and went into the venue, and then a couple of models huddled around Abigail. “My gosh, you must be Alana. I love your designs. They’re awesome. I can’t believe you’re so young.” “Did you design this dress yourself? Oh, I love your work. Everything I bought

from your store, I kept it in my closet. The dresses fit me well, and they’re comfy.” The ladies were gushing away, worshipping Abigail like she was an idol. Just when they were about to take their phones out and follow each other on social media, someone mocked, “Seriously, that’s the one you butter up to? She’s just my assistant who helps me change into my clothes.” Joan noticed Abigail the moment she got out of the car. Seeing everyone praising her was annoying, so she sneered and went ahead to rain on Abigail’s parade. “Sorry, ladies, but I’m indeed just an assistant.” Abigail hated shallow socializing, and she was more than happy to let someone deal with it for her. The ladies exchanged a look of awkwardness. Just when they were about to snap back, they realized it was Joan, and they swallowed their words and left sheepishly. “It has been a while, but you’re still as foul-mouthed as ever, Miss Palmer.” This b*tch spews sh*t from the wrong mouth. Luna adjusted her sunglasses and sneered. Just when she was about to say something more, Abigail stopped her. “We should put our luggage down somewhere.” Abigail nudged Luna and dragged her away. This was their first day on the set, and she didn’t want to raise hell over something so trivial. Luna heaved a heavy sigh, but she let her friend drag her away. The sunset shone upon the landing strip, and a plane quickly landed. Cameron was outside the airport, welcoming the disembarked Sean. “Are we going to the company, Mr. Graham?” Cameron took the suitcase and put it in the trunk.

Sean put out his cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray. Calmly, he said, “We’re going to L.Moon.” “Of course, sir.” Cameron wondered why. Every time Sean came back from a business trip, he would go straight to the company. This was not what he had in mind, but Cameron shut up and drove to L.Moon. “Sorry, sir. Ala-The boss and Abigail have gone to film a show. They’re not here.” The assistant smiled sheepishly, hoping she didn’t let anything slip. Sean coc ked his eyebrow. They went to film a show?