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“WHAT A JERK,” Dahlia said, fuming as she and Penelope left from the Team Dubois pit. “Alain Delamare is another example of what a poor judge of men I’ve been. When I first met him, I was so impressed. Now he’s showing his true nature—egotistical, rude, and uncouth. I’m the team owner representative and that’s how he greets me? By throwing me out of the pit?”
Penelope hurried behind her. “He was brusque, but they seemed awfully intense in there.”
“I don’t care how busy they were. Where were his manners? Camille will definitely hear about this.” Dahlia frowned and folded her arms.
Penelope put a hand on her arm. “I’m not taking his side, but before important runway shows I don’t particularly want to talk with strangers either.”
Dahlia stopped and whipped around to face Penelope. “I
