This is my story for changing my dressing protocol

"We are here. Ms. Azerjie, are you ready?" Kuwain asked seconds before the car pulled up at the red carpet entrance.

“Is Jhonia here?” Azerjie asked him, her voice sounds like a singer who has lost their voices before singing.

"Let me check... Yes, she has arrived inside." Kuwain said and checked his phone then responded to her before putting the phone away and getting ready to leave the car, suddenly Azerjie stopped him by grabbing onto his arm.

“I want her to walk the Red Carpet with me, call her out!” Azerjie request in a demanding tone of voice..

"I'm sorry, I just found out that Ms. Jhonia is not-- Ah, how do I say this? Ms. Azerjie, Ms. Jhonia might have a trauma with cameras so..."

Kuwain tries to explain to her the best he could, that Jhonia hates being in front of the camera, taking a long pause.

“I see. I understand! Instead of being a bodyguard please, walk with me, Jhonia is the one who asks you to guard me so I feel if you do it she will be okay with it. Don't you thi