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" Look, I already told you to stay away from me. There is no need to come over here and touch any of these f*****g dresses at any time. Now go over there and deal with your own s**t before I seriously snap and you meet a side to me I ve been keeping under wraps this year. I will f**k you up and you won t like it. I snap at Melissa, the mousy brown-haired devil s side kick to Olivia s crew, as she once again makes a play at eating her greasy food beside my hanging rail of dresses." "We are backstage to where we re having our show and setting up for tomorrow. Hours ticking down, prepping all this, and getting everything set out, with shoes, accessories and all the sketches of how the models are to be styled in hair and makeup is being pinned to each garment. I ran out of garment bags