Chapter 266

Samantha happened to have a bag that was quite similar back home. So, she snapped a photo and sent it to Layla. "Do you like it?" Layla: "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Did you just put an apartment on your desk?" Samantha:"How about I put it on your desk after today's event?" Layla:"Yes! I'll look after it every damn day! Is this what having a rich best friend feels like? This is the dream life!" Samantha: "I got to prep for the competition now. Talk later." Samantha smiled to herself. Might as well put the bag to good use. After all, with her ever-growing collection, she could never possibly use all these bags herself. "Go get them! I'll be your loudest cheerleader!" Setting her phone aside, Samantha turned her attention to the event's makeup artist, who had just arrived. After briefly explaining her preferences, she let the artist work their magic—tailoring the look exactly to her vision. The competition format was straightforward. Candidates would walk in reverse order—