"Vanessa, this is a multimillion-dollar contract. Are you willing to walk away from this opportunity?" Rachel asked, her eyes locked on Vanessa's.

Vanessa's gaze flickered to Meesha, her hands clenched into fists. "I'll think about it," she snapped, spinning on her heel. The sound of her stilettos echoed through the studio as she stormed out.

Meesha turned to Julian, a hint of surprise on her face. "Is she always like that?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Julian's expression turned thoughtful. "Let's just say Vanessa has a strong sense of self-importance. Please, don't take her words to heart."

Kira interjected, her voice furious. "No, she's just a proud peacock who doesn't have any manners."

Julian smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Mrs. Frank, you don't have to worry. I'll ensure Meesha has a seamless collaboration with Vanessa. Excuse me, I'll go speak to her."

As Julian walked away, Meesha turned to Kira, her lips pouted in disappointment. "I thought she's going to be really nice, and that we'll be best friends. But it's just the opposite," she said sheepishly.

Kira patted her head. "Don't worry about it."

Meesha's confident smile returned, her voice icing. "If it's war she wants, it's war she'll get."

Kira's eyes widened as she gazed at Meesha. As Kira opened her mouth to speak, her phone pierced the air. After speaking on the phone for a while, she turned to Meesha, her eyes pleading.

"Something important came up in Gabriel's school. I need to go there."

Meesha smiled. "It's fine, I'll be good on my own."

Kira's face lit up. "Thanks," she said before hurrying away.

As Kira departed, Sophia, the makeup artist, approached Meesha with a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Sophia. Can you follow me into the dressing room so I can do your makeup?"

Meesha nodded and followed Sophia to the dressing room. Sophia's skilled hands began transforming Meesha into Ice.

"Let's bring out the icy goddess in you," Sophia said, applying a light foundation.

Meesha smiled, relaxing into the chair and gazing at the mirror. "I love the concept."

Sophia delicately dusted shimmering crystals next to Meesha's eyes and eyebrows. "These will catch the light, giving you an ethereal glow."

As Sophia worked her magic, Meesha's features softened, her skin radiating a gentle, cool essence.

"You look stunning," Sophia breathed. "You're a natural ice queen."

Meesha smiled. "Thanks, Sophia."

Sophia's eyes sparkled. "I'm a huge fan of your work, Meesha. Your elegance and poise inspire me."

Meesha replied, "Thank you, Sophia. That means a lot."

Once Sophia finished the makeup, Meesha stood up, and they walked to the wardrobe area.

"Your dress is ready," Sophia said, revealing a breathtaking gown.

The light blue, almost-white dress cascaded down Meesha's figure, reaching mid-thigh. Its flowing silhouette and delicate fabric evoked the gentle lapping of waves.

Meesha slipped into the dress, and Sophia helped her with the zipper. As Meesha's sky-blue hair fell freely on her shoulders, Sophia gasped.

"You look like a water goddess, Meesha! The epitome of Ice."

Meesha twirled, the dress swirling around her. "I feel like one."

Sophia handed Meesha a mirror. Meesha's reflection took her breath away.

"Wow, Sophia, you did an amazing job."

Sophia beamed. "No, you're the amazing one, Meesha. Your beauty shines from within."

Meesha smiled, her icy beauty now complete. "Time to freeze the scene," Sophia said, winking.

Meesha smiled, ready to embody Ice alongside Vanessa's Fire.

As Meesha stepped out of her dressing room, Vanessa emerged from hers, their gazes meeting in a flash of tension.

Vanessa wore a stunning red gown that hugged her huge curves, its fiery hue radiating passion and seduction. Her long, straight hair cascaded down her back like flames, and her smoky makeup accentuated her bold features.

"Wow, Vanessa, you look breathtaking," Meesha said, her voice dripping with feigned sincerity. Vanessa's gaze raked over Meesha's icy ensemble, her expression twisting into a sneer that could curdle milk.

"Save your flattery, Ice," Vanessa spat, her voice venomous. "You wish you had my fire." The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the two women locked eyes, their animosity palpable.

Meesha's gentle smile lingered, a fake gesture. "I'm content with my ice. We're complementary, Fire and Ice," she said.

Vanessa snorted, a sound that was both derisive and dismissive. "Complementary? You're just a pale imitation of beauty," she sneered, her words cutting deep.

Meesha's smile faltered, her expression almost turning into a sneer, but she regained her composure, her mask of serenity slipping back into place. Rachel, Vanessa's manager, appeared at her side, her eyes cold and calculating.

"Vanessa is the epitome of beauty and talent," Rachel said. "You're just a fleeting moment, Meesha." The venom in her words was palpable, making Meesha's eyes widen in shock.

Meesha's response was measured, her voice calm and collected. "I'm happy to be working with Vanessa," she replied, trying to maintain her calm demeanor.