The more I saw disgruntled actresses coming out of the audition room, the more I grew nervous, and it only got worse when I realised that it was going to be my turn after three more crises. I brought out my script, and I tried practicing some lines with my assistant. And then, just by my luck, I began questioning my every being. Why did I always have to bump into Lisa at every freaking place I went? It felt like I was in a book, and the stupid author kept on deliberately doing this just to cause conflict in his boring book. She walked in with her head held high with pride. Her manager, personal assistant, and other workers were trailing behind her. She attracted the attention of the other actresses. She was dressed for the part, even more than me. I was sure that it was my uncle who invested in that futuristic outfit for her; he would do anything for Lisa, not because he loved her more than anything, but because she was his pride. Because of her, he could brag around to his friends.
I rubbed my hands together nervously as I walked into the audition room. Once I got in, I first noticed the director in the middle; he was looking annoyed and frustrated, making me more nervous. The other people around him were the producer of the movie, his personal assistant, and some investors. “What’s your name?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows. “I am Eliza Greene,” I introduced myself. “I am auditioning for the part of Meredith." Meredith was the name of the female lead in the movie. When I said I was auditioning for the role of the female lead, the director and everyone else just had to look at me like I was a fool. “Young girl, I am seeing your bio here, and it does not say that you are an experienced actor. Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, and if I were to be in a cartoon, black lines would have appeared above my forehead just to show how inwardly annoyed I was. Why did he ask for an introduction when he literally had my entire bio on his desk? “I am sure, sir
A few days had already passed, and it was finally Monday, the day that I would sign the contract and get my first acting job. I was beyond happy. I woke up very early, just like I did when I was going for the audition. I wore a more professional outfit this time around as we were going for the contract signing, and I did not want to make a bad impression. I wore a designer flared suit trouser and a navy blue blouse. I packed my hair in a low bun, and once I got ready, I went downstairs, and as usual, Madame Charlote and Samantha, my personal assistant, were already waiting for me. "Good,” Miss Charlote said, and I smiled. I was already used to her saying good, and at any little interval she found something to be nice. We all went to the company with my car. Ryan suggested that I get a bus to get ready and move around, but Charlote strictly objected to it. According to her, as a newbie actress, I was supposed to act down to earth, even if I was not. We arrived at the agency, and it
I entered the dining room, and Ryan sat there at his usual spot, which was just beside the head of the table. The enticing aroma of our delicious dinner filled the room. Ever since I started staying at Ryan’s house, I had to admit that he had wonderful chefs. Ryan looked at me as I walked in, and he showed no expression. I took my seat and smiled at Ryan, ignoring his attempt to practically ignore me anytime we were having dinner together. I was too happy not to give him a smile, and I swore to myself that I would not let him ruin my good mood. “Welcome back, Ryan; how was your trip?” I asked with a smile. "Good,” he said, giving a straight answer, and I rolled my eyes. I was pretty sure he knew that I was trying to start a conversation. Ryan’s attitude I still decided to celebrate with him; I was already used to his unusual change of attitude and demeanour towards me. Fortunately, a bottle of champaigne was already on the table, so I did not have to request it. And just like us
I woke up early, but not as early as I did in the past few days. I suddenly remembered what occurred the previous night, and I could not help but curse Ryan with a blush on my face. I stood up and walked up to the mirror; luckily, he listened, and he did not leave any hickey marks on my neck. It was such a hassle trying to cover that sh*t up. I hopped into the shower, humming a joyous melody as the warm water cascaded down my back. How ironic was everything? I was living my dream life and any other young lady's dream, but only because Jeremiah and Lisa plotted against me. If they had not, I would have been in a loveless marriage with a cheating husband. Lucky for me, even though Ryan and I did not love each other, we still showed each other respect—well, kind of. Once I hopped out of the shower, I selected a few stylish clothes from my closet and chose to wear a white flare trouser with a brown top. Miss Charlote made me aware of the fact that appearances matter a lot, and I wanted
I rolled my eyes at her. It was not the first time she tried playing that trick on me; at a function that took place two years ago, she also splashed wine on my brand new dress. At that time, I was still a bit innocent and immature. I knew she did it deliberately because she had already shown her devilish side to me before that, but nobody knew. Just like now, he broke down into uncontrollable tears and started pleading, but I lost my temper and pushed her away when she held my hand so tightly. I forced her to apologise, and that day I was labelled as unreasonable by the guest. She was stupid if she thought that the same trick she used on me years ago would work once again. "It's fine, you can go," I told her with a warm smile on my face, and she looked at me with a shocked expression. "Uhm,” she stammared as she was stumped and did not know what to say. “No, no, I am so sorry. Let me clean this up for you,” she continued, and I could not help but look at her like I would look at h
“That does not matter, miss; it all depends on the designer,” the attendant still said with a professional smile on her face, and Lisa sighed a bit too exaggeratedly, causing me to laugh. "Wait, I thought the person who designed this dress was Senor Felipe ?" asked her. "Yes, he is the one who designed this beautiful dress,” the sales assistant replied, and I looked at her confusedly. “Well, how does he get to decide who gets to dress them? I mean, are you going to video call him?” I asked. Senor Felipe was based in Spain and only ever came to the United States when he had something important to do. If we had to wait for Mr.Felipe to be the judge physically, then we would probably have to wait forever to get the dress. "No, miss, we do not need to video call him; that is why you are in luck. Mr. Fellipe is currently in this shop now, and I think it is very possible for one of you to go home with this dress today,” she said, and both Lisa and Alex smiled excitedly. “Are you serious
"It's twenty-two million dollars,” the sales attendant answered respectfully, and Lisa’s eyes widened in shock. Although I looked at her smugly, my heart also went into a nervous shock. It was that expensive; how could I not expect that? I mean, it was a dress that Senor Felipe personally liked; he even named the dress. I was so stupid. “Why is it so expensive?" Lisa asked in shock. “Do you expect my Ciara to be cheap in the first place? Are you calling Ciara mediocre?” Senore Fellipe questioned her angrily as he hit his mahogany table and stood up while pointing at Lisa. Lisa looked dignified and sad, as if she had been wronged, but I inwardly laughed at her. A few moments ago, she was bragging to Alex and me about how much she knew about Senor Fellipe, and we didn't. "No, I did not mean that; I was just shocked by the price,” she stammered. “If you are so broke to even buy Ciara, why did you compete for it in the first place?” he questioned her. “Get out; you are banned from Fel