Chapter 292: Chapter 292: It’s Mine
Before the lights went out for the night, Lucy Taylor laid in her bed and suddenly opened her eyes, saying, "Hannah Winter, Tiffany Lynch won’t let it go just like that. You took her center stage position, she won’t..."
"The center stage is mine." Hannah corrected.
Lucy, managing a helpless response, "Alright, let’s say it’s yours."
Hannah emphasized, "It was always mine."
Lucy, silent for a few seconds, exhibited irritation, "Anyway, just beware of Tiffany Lynch."
After she spoke, there was no reply from the other side for a long time.
Lucy couldn’t help but turn her head to look at her.
She met a pair of sparkling black eyes, filled with evident mirth.
Under the night sky, the girl’s voice was a little soft, "You care about me, don’t you?"
Lucy halted for a moment, averted her gaze, and pulled over the blanket, "You’re nuts."
After a long while, a voice from the other side finally said, "Understood."
Lucy suppressed the upward curl of her lips.
Closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
*
The recording of the theme song wouldn’t succeed in one go, and the large amount of singing and dancing would inevitably cause makeup to come off. Thus, today, all the trainees’ makeup would have to be done by professional makeup artists.
The foundation was a bit thick.
Hannah was worried, "Will such a thick foundation cause pimples?"
The makeup artist was taken aback, saw the girl’s rare good skin, and the girl was obedient, she smiled and explained, "Depending on individual skin type, it’s possible."
Hannah’s eyes widened upon hearing this, and shook her head, "Then I don’t want it."
She stretched out a finger to push away the makeup products on the table.
Tiffany, seated off to the side, heard the commotion and turned her head, speaking to the makeup artist who was attending to Hannah, "Hannah is just like that, don’t mind her, she probably just doesn’t like makeup in general. It’s not that she’s dissatisfied with you."
Her seemingly understanding facet and gently spoken words gave off a tender aura.
But for some unknown reason, the female makeup artist sensed something and shook her head with a smile, "No, this trainee’s skin is very good. Even without relying on thick foundation, the results will still be good."
Upon hearing the makeup artist’s words, Tiffany’s smile froze and she happened to meet Hannah’s eyes, brimming with amusement.
Her grip on the armrest of her chair tightened.
The makeup artist attending to her grumbled, "Why is the powder clumping again? Quick, hand me the liquid foundation."
Tiffany’s smile on her face became uglier and the makeup artist kept applying more makeup to her face, making it thicker and thicker. The makeup artist continued to prattle on, "You must have not slept well last night. Your skin is so dry, the powder is not sticking right. If I had known your skin would be like this, you should have applied a face mask before doing makeup..."
Tiffany couldn’t stand it and snapped, cutting her off coldly, "Shut up and do your job!"
The makeup artist frowned but said nothing, though her movements were somewhat perfunctory.
Who was she trying to belittle with her pompous attitude?
On the side, Hannah tugged at the makeup artist’s sleeve, her charming smile on her face, "Sis, do my makeup quickly, I want to look the most beautiful."
Her voice was as sweet as hard candy, making those who heard it feel comfortable.
"Alright." The makeup artist smiled and nodded, taking out the best makeup products from her bag.
Influenced by that certain someone, Hannah had always taken matters that can make herself look more beautiful seriously.
She obediently sat in the chair like a grade-schooler, slightly raised her face under the light, her skin was pure white, full of collagen.
Her condition was so good that it was envy-inducing.
Just a glimpse at Hannah was enough to upset Tiffany.
Go on and smile, let’s see if you can keep smiling later on.
