Designer number three stepped forward nervously.
"Miss, the competition hasn't started yet. Would you like a shoulder massage?"
"You seem a little smarter," Aaliya said, allowing her to start the massage.
But soon she snapped again.
"Didn't you eat breakfast today? Why are your hands so weak?"
The designer quickly started pressing harder.
But Aaliya suddenly pushed her away in anger.
The designer lost her balance and hit the wall.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Aaliya shouted. "I know all of you are doing this on purpose to make me angry!"
"Everyone get out of here!"
Her behavior frightened all the designers.
Designer number four came forward with a small fan.
"Miss, please have some air. It's very hot here. I'll fan you."
"Your fan will ruin my hair," Aaliya snapped angrily.
Then she glared at all four designers.
