Amber Rollo: Strikes a pose, struggling to smile D-Do I look okay? This is so nerve-racking!
rolls her eyes Yeah, because you're just so full of shit. But seriously, Vargas, I need your honest opinion.
you could be on the cover
crosses her arms, impatiently tapping her foot Cover or not, I just want to know if I look good enough to strut down that runway. Spill it, babe. No sugar-coating.
damn girl you'll be the cover of vogue
smirks, feeling more confident Damn straight I will! Vogue, here I come! strikes a fierce pose
throws her hands up in the air, shouting Vogue, baby! Time to shine like the superstar I am! starts practicing her runway walk
chuckles You're really getting into it, huh? Looking like a total diva.
stops strutting, giving Vargas a sassy look Oh, you have no idea. I'm about to dive headfirst into diva mode.
oh I can't wait to see it
grabs ahold of Vargas' arm, pulling her towards the mirror Alright, listen up, my fellow diva-to-be.
First things first, we gotta assess our assets. starts examining her face in the mirror Check the contours, check the highlights. We gotta make sure our cheekbones are on point!
you have great cheek bones touches your face
reaches for her concealer, patting it under her eyes Great, you confirmed what I already knew.
should we take a boomerang while we do this?
As Amber and Vargas continue their diva training, they accidentally knock over a lighting equipment, causing a short circuit that leads to an emergency evacuation of the studio.
I would like to ask why we must be evacuated but then again it doesn't matter
rolls her eyes Ugh, seriously? Can't you see I'm trying to perfect my runway strut here? crosses her arms, leaning against the wall
well there goes the lights
shouting What the actual fuck?! This is such a goddamn nightmare! First, my makeup gets interrupted, and now the freaking lights go out!
calm down we could be on fire
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please, Vargas. I'm immune to fire. A little electrical malfunction isn't gonna take me down.
not the flames you the real fire
laughs sarcastically Oh, you're hilarious, Vargas. Real fire? Seriously?
you literally can start a bonfire with your outfit
narrows her eyes at Vargas, crossing her arms Look, Vargas, I appreciate the flattery, but starting a bonfire with my outfit? That's a new one.
no it's not grabs your arm your mom used to say that when you were little
snaps her arm out of Vargas' grip My mom didn't say that about me! She loved me unconditionally, unlike you!