Chapter 3: Stress, Stress and More Stress

"Nope. That's too much. Can you tone down the flowers a bit? Then add a black carpet on the runway."

"How many models do we have right now?"

"We have twenty, but none of them are boys." Stacy answered double checking her lists.

"But we need nine male models for three of the approved collections and we still need one more girl. Can I have a full list this Friday? Please."

"Sure. I'll get on it." She replied to me, already dialing someone on her phone.

"What? You're still not finished with your first outfit? The fashion show is in just two weeks and we need the the whole collection ready by next week to distribute the models." I half screamed to the girl on the other line of the call.

"Someone seems a bit stressed." I turned around and saw Lauren standing behind me pushing a clothes rack.