Sophie found a new phone number and began messaging me again. She told me that she was always in pain somewhere on her body, and that because no one was looking after what she wore every day, she got quite a few colds. In the end, she relented and called me mum again, asking why I didn’t go back to see her even though she was going through such a difficult time.
I didn’t respond and simply blocked the new number.
Ella, seeing how much I was training, insisted that I go to the hospital for a full-body checkup to ensure my health. While waiting in queue, I noticed Sophie.
The young girl appeared to gain at least thirty pounds, and she was like a tiny pig, the image of the very insult she hurled at me all the time. Her face used to be pretty, but there was so much chub on it that her eyes were a quarter the size they used to be.
She was lying in bed, her sallow face reflecting her phone as she mumbled, “Bullshit! Everyone, purchase another 100 accounts. Olivia has to win first place!”
I couldn’t help but admire her determination to vote for her idol, even while in the hospital.
The nurse approached her and advised her to put down her phone for a while and rest, but she only sat up straight with a harrumph and pointed at the nurse, shouting the most recent insults online at her like a gatling gun.
Everyone around her criticised what she did, but she didn’t seem to care, smugly proclaiming to everyone that her idol is a goddess in charge of beauty throughout the entire industry, and that they were just ‘a colony of bugs who didn’t even deserve to help her put on her shoes’.
Understandably, everyone treated her as if she were mentally ill.
I walked over to the nurse and told her, “I know this girl. She’s a neighbour of mine who is a little off in the head, and she enjoys eating medicine as bitter as they come.”
The nurse nodded in agreement, and I exited with my checkup results and a smile on my face.
Two months later, my figure had returned to its previous state, if not better, and my face had become even more appealing with age.
After such a long time, I finally had the opportunity to act in the script that I had obtained from Ella a while back.
Coincidentally, the day I arrived on set coincided with Olivia’s final shoot; this time, I entered without a mask, proudly showing my face.
“Wow, who is this?”
“She’s so beautiful! Wait, is she a member of the cast? Is it possible that someone as beautiful as her is not the main female lead?”
“Well, you know how capitalism nowadays inserts a slew of undesirables into the cast. It’s more common for beautiful actors like these to not get good scripts.”
“Gosh… Why does that face look so familiar to me?”
“Hah, you’re just saying that because she’s pretty.”
I approached the director and greeted him, “Hello, sir. My name is Lila Whitmore.”
Olivia and Orion were the only two people in the tent besides the director, and my arrival surprised them as they were preparing for their final shoot.
Olivia was stunned on the spot when she saw me, clearly recognising me at first sight; after all, she was vying for my position, so she was one of the people who knew me best.
