Chapter 70: Prince Harrison Vale Personally Preparing Clam Chowder for Sienna

Prince Harrison Vale personally preparing clam chowder for Sienna Bennett? Impossible! Dominic Sterling, Lucas Harrington's assistant, froze in disbelief. He met Sienna's icy stare, a silent warning that sent chills down his spine. Lucas's orders echoed in his mind: 'Comply with her every request.' He straightened his posture. "Yes, my chairman is indeed Prince Harrison Vale."

Vanessa Bennett went rigid. She had envisioned seducing this mysterious chairman, twisting him to her will. Instead, Sienna had humiliated her publicly once more. Heat flooded Vanessa's cheeks, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Bianca," she stammered, her voice tight, "assist me to the changing room. The final shot must be ready."

"Absolutely! Your dedication to work is unparalleled, Vanessa. Unlike others who prioritize...indulgence," Bianca Reyes retorted, shooting a venomous glare toward Sienna before guiding Vanessa away.

Sienna simply rolled her eyes, dismissing them. She handed the container back to Dominic. "Inform him his deliveries are no longer required. He should focus his attention where it truly belongs." She had accepted Lucas's gestures twice now, yet the thought of him lavishing effort on her while neglecting Noah soured her impression. Since returning, her focus was business, not romance. Dominic deemed silence the wisest course. He gave a curt nod and departed.

Whispers erupted among the crew. What did Sienna's words imply? It sounded as though Prince Harrison had developed feelings for her, and she was nobly reminding him to remain devoted to his wife, Princess Eliana. How admirably principled. Sienna ignored their speculative stares and headed to her changing room. ••• This was the final outfit, destined for the magazine cover. A duo shoot was far more complex than solo portraits. It demanded individual excellence while simultaneously overshadowing your partner to command the spotlight.

Vanessa had meticulously prepared, perfecting her makeup. When she saw Sienna emerge in a deep crimson gown, a smug smile touched her lips. The dress was a rich, blood-red. Puffed short sleeves, a square neckline hugging the collarbone, and a voluminous skirt of layered mesh. Though opulently French-inspired, it felt heavy, out of sync with the summer theme.

In stark contrast, Vanessa wore a light avocado green sleeveless mini-dress. Delicate lace adorned the shoulders, exuding sweet delicacy. A subtle V-neck offered a hint of cleavage. The most daring feature was the triangular cut-out at the waist, exposing a sliver of pale stomach and her navel. The effect was playfully alluring. Side-by-side, Vanessa's dress was clearly the covetable piece. The manager announced, "The flamingo is your prop. Pose freely, but maintain harmony."

"Understood," Vanessa purred. She approached the flamingo, gracefully straddling it. Her legs stretched out, the short skirt riding up to showcase their long, toned length. Angled slightly toward the camera, the pose accentuated her chest curve and the strategic cut-out.

She leaned casually against the prop, embodying a fresh-faced, lovable ingenue. A wave of applause broke from the team.

"Exquisite! Pure perfection! Don't move a muscle, Ms. Bennett! Hold that pose!" the photographer exclaimed excitedly. He turned to Sienna. "Ms. Bennett, complement Ms. Bennett's pose. Just ensure you don't disrupt her."

'Don't disrupt her.' Vanessa's heart soared. Sienna would be relegated to the background, forced to find some pathetic pose that merely framed Vanessa's brilliance. There was no way Sienna could outshine her now. She was destined to fade into obscurity next to Vanessa's radiant display.