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Chapter_128
Tony, still seething with humiliation and rage from his encounter with Yvette, tried to regain some composure as he approached Sienna. His mind was racing—If I can somehow impress Sienna right now, maybe she’ll forget my earlier debacle and I can still salvage my reputation.
Sienna, however, wasn’t interested in the slightest in his flustered state. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she took in the disheveled appearance of the man blocking her path. She could sense something had gone terribly wrong with the makeup session upstairs.
“Excuse me,” Sienna said coolly, her voice laced with an edge of annoyance as she took a step back, trying to bypass him.
But Tony wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away. He hurriedly stepped forward, forcing a smile despite the growing heat of embarrassment. “Ms. Sienna, I’m Tony Leach. You might have heard of me. I’m the top makeup artist, and I was just working with the Chambers family.” He tried to exude an air of confidence, but the sweat on his brow betrayed him. “I heard you were looking for a makeup artist. If you’d like, I’d be honored to show you my work. Perhaps we could collaborate?”
Sienna paused, her gaze now scrutinizing him carefully. She hadn’t heard of Tony personally, but she was well aware of his reputation in the industry. She was also quite familiar with the ways some people carried themselves—desperation was often dressed up as confidence. And right now, Tony’s frantic energy was impossible to ignore.
“You were just with the Chambers family, you say?” Sienna asked, her tone sharp but laced with intrigue. “I didn’t think their events would be a place for, shall we say, drama.”
Tony’s face stiffened, and he knew what Sienna was implying. He had no intention of divulging the details of his public failure with Yvette—especially not to someone like Sienna, whose opinion could either make or break his career. He quickly masked his frustration with another forced smile.
“It was… a misunderstanding,” Tony muttered, his eyes flickering to the ground for a brief moment. “But I assure you, I have experience with high-profile clients. I know how to handle the pressure. I’d love the opportunity to show you. Perhaps you can—”
Before he could finish, Sienna interrupted, her expression turning colder. “I don’t need to hear your excuses.” She took a step back, glancing at him with a mix of disbelief and disdain. “I’ve had my share of… interesting encounters with makeup artists who thought they could bypass their incompetence with arrogance.”
Tony’s stomach churned. He could feel his carefully constructed image beginning to crumble.
“Look, I’ve heard about the Chambers family’s makeup artist situation,” Sienna continued, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “But you’ve done nothing but prove that reputation isn’t everything. I don’t work with people who can’t keep their composure in the face of adversity. If you can’t handle one difficult client, how do you expect to work with the best in the business?”
Her words were like a cold slap to his ego. Tony’s mouth went dry, and his pride had taken yet another hit. As he opened his mouth to respond, Sienna turned away, clearly uninterested in hearing more.
“Goodbye, Mr. Leach,” she said, her tone final and dismissive.
As she walked past him, Tony felt a sinking feeling in his chest. This wasn’t just a missed opportunity—it was the end of his shot at redemption. If I can’t get Sienna to see my potential, then what’s left?
Sienna’s departure left Tony standing there in the hallway, the assistant and interns still behind him. They exchanged uncertain glances, wondering what had just transpired.
The assistant, who had been silent up until now, turned to Tony and murmured, “You didn’t… you didn’t mention her. You said you were fine. Why didn’t you tell her the truth?” His voice was hesitant, unsure whether it was even the right moment to ask.
Tony took a shaky breath, still reeling from the encounter. “Don’t worry about it,” he snapped, forcing an angry laugh. “We’re going to pretend this never happened.”
But the damage had already been done. Sienna had seen right through him, and worse yet, so had Yvette. Tony had underestimated her, and in doing so, he had made a powerful enemy.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Yvette had returned to her room, her face calm and unreadable. As the door clicked shut behind her, she leaned against the wall for a moment, her thoughts settling into place.
She wasn’t one to be easily shaken, but the events of the morning had reinforced something important. I am not going to let anyone push me around.
In the coming days, she would need to decide how far she was willing to go to establish herself in this family—whether by playing the game or breaking it entirely. But one thing was clear: she was done with people like Tony Leach.
She would be the one in control, whether it was in the makeup chair, at the banquet, or anywhere else.
Outside, the chaos of the house continued, but no one knew yet that the real storm was brewing, and it had nothing to do with makeup or petty arguments.
Yvette’s journey had only just begun.
