Eve squirmed under the scrutinizing gazes, feeling like a specimen under a microscope. Her curvaceous figure, while appealing in person, might trante to "bulky" on camera. She was a foodie at heart, and if she couldn''t shed some pounds, this golden opportunity might slip through her fingers like sand in an hourss.


    Freya eyed Eve and clenched her fists, determination etched on her face. This was her shot, and she wasn''t about to let it slip.


    Debra, ever the keen observer, caught the silent exchange from the corner of her eye.


    "This afternoon, you''ll all head to the studio on the second floor for a promotional photo shoot," Hannah announced, turning on her heel to leave.


    She paused, casting a nce at Eve. "You might want to skip lunch, Eve. The camera adds ten pounds, you know."


    Eve waved off the concern, even as she began to calcte the calories she''d need to burn. "What''s there to worry about? That''s what Photoshop is for, right?"


    Freya chimed in, "Eve, you should eat. You''ll need the energy for the intense trainingter."


    Eve scoffed, "Afraid I''ll outshine you if I slim down? After all, there are only a few stars among us trainees, and my ranking is just as high as yours."


    Ashley fanned the mes. "Yeah, if it weren''t for Henry Cameron''s concern about nepotism, Eve would probably be our captain."


    "Exactly," another trainee piped up. "Eve''s got the pedigree, the looks, the skills, and the figure. She''s captain material."


    Freya''s voice was as cold as an arctic breeze. "If you''re all so dissatisfied with my leadership, feel free to take it up with Hannah. If Eve''s got what it takes, I''d be happy to step aside." The room fell silent, the tension as thick as a winter fog.


    Eve red at Freya, her eyes sparkling with anger. "I''ve got what it takes, alright. If it weren''t for protecting my dad''s reputation, that position would be mine."


    With that, she flipped her hair and stalked off, leaving Freya fuming.


    Debra watched the exchange, her expression as cold as a winter''s day. The sisterhood among the three seemed as fake as a knockoff designer bag, ready to fall apart at the seams under the slightest pressure.


    The bad blood between Eve and Freya persisted into the afternoon. Makeup artists and stylists bustled around. Their numbers were pitifully small given the limited resources. The trainees were not happy about it.


    "Can''t we each get our own makeup artist? Why is thepany so cheap?"


    "We''re just trainees, not A-list celebrities. Be grateful we have makeup artists at all."


    As the captain, Freya was the first to get her makeup done. The makeup artists and stylists were running around trying to keep up. Eve''s impatience boiled over. "Get away! Don''t touch my face!"


    The artist recoiled, eyes wide. Eve stormed off to a corner, dialing a number on her phone. When she returned, she sat regally to the side, watching Freya''s makeup session with a smirk.


    "Those who can''t afford their m squad have to settle for this. I, however, only trust my personal team."


    Freya ignored her. Debra, meanwhile, watched the chaos unfold, then sat down at a makeup table to do her face.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.