"Oh, sure. Take a nice picture of the dress," Luna said, reapplying her makeup and seizing every opportunity to show off her attire. The photographer found her behavior excessive but remained silent; after all, the producers had identified them as VIPs.
Half an hour later, their SUV pulled up to a manor on the city's outskirts. Abigail noticed several cars already parked and realized they weren't the first to arrive. The production team had already set up the stage, with props and cameras positioned around the venue. Staff members bustled about, everyone appearing incredibly busy.
Besides the models, the artists from East Joy Talent were also present, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Hey, is that Alana's car?"
"I think so. Their cars are different from ours."
A brief discussion ensued. As special guests, Abigail and Luna traveled in a separate champagne-colored Alphard, attracting immediate attention upon arrival.
Luna emerged wearing oversized sunglasses. Abigail composed herself before following. They swiped their IDs and entered the venue, where several models quickly surrounded 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. The dresses fit well and are so comfortable."
The models showered Abigail with praise, treating her like a celebrity. Just as they were about to exchange social media handles, someone sneered, "Seriously? That's who you're fawning over? She's just my assistant; she helps me change clothes."
Joan, having noticed Abigail's arrival, was irritated by the attention she was receiving. She interjected, spoiling the moment.
"Sorry, ladies, but I'm just an assistant."
Abigail disliked superficial socializing and welcomed the interruption. The models, initially taken aback, recognized Joan and retreated sheepishly.
"It's been a while, but you're still as rude as ever, Miss Palmer," Luna retorted, adjusting her sunglasses. Before she could continue, Abigail intervened.
"Let's put our luggage down," she said, gently pulling Luna away. It was their first day on set, and she wanted to avoid unnecessary conflict.
Luna sighed but complied.
As the sun set, a plane landed on the airstrip. Cameron waited outside the airport to greet Sean. "Are we going to the company, Mr. Graham?" he asked, taking Sean's suitcase to the trunk.
Sean extinguished his cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray. "We're going to L.Moon," he replied calmly.
"Of course, sir," Cameron replied, surprised. Sean usually went straight to the company after business trips. He kept his thoughts to himself and drove to L.Moon.
"Sorry, sir. The boss and Abigail have gone to film a show. They're not here," the assistant said apologetically, hoping she hadn't revealed too much.
Sean raised an eyebrow. A show?
This cleaned-up version removes the unnecessary informal language (e.g., "btch," "sht," "a*ssistant"), improves sentence structure and flow, and corrects punctuation. I have also removed the word "." as it seemed out of place.