Shandie’s lips curled up into a smile as wide as that of some socialite and froze in place while her brain thawed.
What… Arielle? Did I hear that right?
There was a flurry of discussion within the crowd as well.
“Who’s Arielle Moore?”
“Isn’t Shandie Southall the champion? Why isn’t she made the brand ambassador? Is Soir Coffee breaking the convention this year and opting for someone else apart from the competition winner?”
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