I began walking, and sure enough, Lisa just had to notice me. "Eliza,” she called out, but I chose to ignore him. "Cousin,” she called out smugly again; this time she walked faster with Jerimiah by her side, and they caught up to me. "Hello, Lisa." I greeted her with a fake smile, although the smile did turn real when I imagined the look on her face when she would find out that Charlote is my manager. “Cousin, why did you come to the pharmacy? Are you ill?” She said, looking worried, but it looked so fake. She was a professional actress, yet she did not know how to act. "Sure, I said, just to get her off my back. "Oh, what is this?” She asked as she took note of the drug in my hand, and without even giving me the chance to reply, she snatched the drug from my hands. When she realised what I had, she covered her mouth while looking shocked. She showed Jeremiah, who was standing beside her, and his gaze darkened. "Cousin, so I was right; you do have a sugar daddy,” she said while

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.

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 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

“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